Winter night.
I go out and look at the sky.
Stars abundant and bright.
I’m impressed, as always,
natural wonderment at firmament,
but distracted, as artificial flashing lights
catch my eye. … Aircraft.
And the moment is lost.
Now, all I can focus on
is the banal, the human where and why.
(Where are they going, and why? …
As if this fallen world is so great!)
I am glad, at least, that human travel in space is minimal
and am mindful enough to pray it remains so.
For, where people go,
they tend to destroy,
exploit,
desecrate.
Even in their dreams.
(To be continued…)
©SvetkaSamizdat
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