What A Sight Poem by kelvin karani

First December zero eight
Twenty –two thirty or thereabout
I came out of the MTL
A camera phone please, a girl yelled

My eyes to the sky rose
And oh my, the sight
Star, moon, star- so close
A sight so resplendent!

If it was in those golden days
When myths and superstitions
Were rife, much could be said

Somebody great is being born
Or another equally great is leaving
Or a great thing was about to happen

But I’ll not be surprised
To wake up to the great news
The rapture is about to happen!
Today’s people are superstitious too
But on a different plane!