(Had another one in me.)
In my dreams last night
I saw the stars so well
that I could make out constellations
like I did when I was a kid.
They popped, white on deep blue
high contrast twinkles so amazing
that everything else in my dream
stopped and I pointed upward, smiling.
Just as I was searching for Orion
the alarm went off and I woke up
returned to a world where my
blindness paints the night skies black.
When I was in college I would
sneak into Mack Park after midnight
and lay down on a low hill
just absorbing infinity.
Tonight there will be nothing but ink
to peer up into from the back porch
a metaphor for that dark future
where infinity absorbs me.