So much noise
and confusion,
all I have is me;
a temporary shelter.
Alien
and satisfactory,
enclosing in
the stars above.
Whenever I feel alone,
I just look up
and then I know
there’s only
a few thousand miles
between me
and everything else.
My feet are on the ground,
but does that mean
that I belong here?
I could be anywhere,
even though
I can’t conceive of it.
I get up
every morning,
put on my shoes
in the dark
and walk outside
to greet you,
but all there is
is black and stars.
I never knew
how small we were,
that we could fall
between the cracks in the floor.
I didn’t know
that we could be
so endlessly
and perfectly forgotten.
I guess we are all
like stars in the daytime;
still there,
but unseen.
Night falls
and we become
favoured by astronomers
and dreamers
again.
HG – 2018
