What Is That Blinking
Steady in the arch of an old oak tree,
Where limbs have crackled and fallen,
Lives the North Star, saying “hello” to me,
As I wander and watch the night.
There seem to be stars circling around you,
But they roar with the motors of planes,
And I imagine their tired weary passengers,
Sleeping, dozing, longing for their destination.
You meet me each night on my walk,
Though sometimes hidden by a passing cloud.
You remind me of that Holy Star,
And Hope blinks down from above.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2018
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