John Walls (10-15-73 / Earth)
A Celestial Presence
I turn my head away from the confused cursive.
My reflective black constricting pools take in
A single bright twinkling body.
Is it a star, or a planet?
I cannot tell from where I sit.
I do not feel compelled to break
The porcelain shell of my idleness.
For I could move all around this world, and
Still you'd be uncertain to me, dear candle of the cosmos
Just peeking above the resting tree tops,
As if you were spying on me.
But I am man, and you a part of the heavens,
There eons before I.
No, you do not look upon me;
Though this is a comforting thought.
No, it is I who plays the spy, I spy on you.
But I quickly begin to realize as I stand and shatter;
I am a part of the heaven's too.
Copyright ©2007 John Carroll Walls
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