What Is It About Stars
What is it about stars
Suspended in the seemingly endless
Canopy of a late night sky
That fills us with such wonder when
We think we know everything that has ever been
Revealed through science and books
Of knowledge beyond the wildest imaginations
Of all those who came before us and left
Their marks of existence and humanity
Like flickering flames of candle lights extinguished
Long ago?
I wonder if we’ve become a little
Too smart for our own good thinking
Because we know so much about the universe now
That there’s not much left to discover and perhaps
We should close the doors to exploration and our eyes
And wait for the ever expanding cosmos to collapse
Into the next Big Bang when we’ll all just stick our heads
Into the sands of time waiting to be devoured
By a colossal, hungry black hole until we find ourselves
Right back where we started from.
Looking in the mirror,
I notice I’ve grown younger than I once was
And am smiling now knowing everything
I was taught in school is upside down and inside out
Because the likes of Newton, Einstein, Armstrong
And a countless host of others lived laser-like
Focused in their pursuits of wondering:
What is it about stars?
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