The haystack
I fall back into the haystack
Gazing into the night
The dark firmament
Soaking in silence
Nestled in the day’s last heat
The arc showing summer’s full swing
Antares red
Vega white
Stars strewn as if all the cottonwoods
Unleashed their fluff
Every pinprick a future hint
Pointing at possibilities
Too many to count
So much to chase
