Stars Poem by Ann Dewyze

The night air, cool against already chilled flesh,
Lying on the bonnet of my beat up Volkswagen
Waiting for the moon to rise, the car still warm from the drive
I stare up at the stars so small and tired, faded by the city lights
So different from the small dingy town I come from
Where nothing ever happens but where the stars are so much brighter
And I want to tell you all about it, about the night my mother took me out to the lawn
To show the satellite passing overhead, the same one coursing through the skies above me,
So many years, on it’s lonely path, the view must be amazing from up there
We have something in common, that satellite and I,
But my view is less breathtaking, blurred as it is
I want to tell you all,
But only the stars are keeping me company tonight.