Woke up today and wrote a poem about stargazing, then went to my reader and found this wonderful poem from tychogirl on stargazing. Synchronicity at play, I’m certain. —Carlos
If I die in the desert after stargazing
know that it was enough, that final view
of stars frozen in their movements
like Van Gogh’s crows
standing out
above the wheatfield
know that I took it in
all at once just as I always did
with stars
a feast
sated.
Alphabet City 