Lonely, Awestruck
Each individual speckle of light
is so immensely distant when viewed from our night sky.
Bearing planets- life
beyond this humble earth.
I look up with hope that someone’s looking back;
let my gaze be met
by another being who questions the cosmos the same as I.
Truly, we live in just one of countless worlds
obscured by the unforgiving, dark fabric
of space and time.
4.24 light years
separates humanity from the closest star:
indeed, we are small.
This poem is about:
Our world