I am a chronic gazer to the skies.
I look up into the sky each night
to see what I can see there,
be it moon or stars or
simply cloud-filled nothingness.
Last night the curving of the earth
and darkness of the winter night
made it seem the stars had come to earth
and I was actually among them.
So big and bright and close were they,
it seemed to me that I could
pluck them from the sky at will,
like apples from a tree.
But this awestruck woman left them
in the sky where they belonged.
Oh, I was humbled by the beauty
of this starry, starry night.
---Rose Moore on a January night 2012