The simple things

Mars beats down its cool red through the soft hardness of night sky;
Energizing clouds to the chattering of stars………………………….. ………..moving… through……man made light to the city noise and the eye.

Satellites wonder aimlessly to and fro

Using,

not acknowledging the universe that holds them;

Revealing less and everything to no one and all that listens down below.

Deafening noises of earthly problems mask the wonder and power
of infinity,
                   which is offered freely but… rejected…… off handedly.

The rush of self, place and things
distract us from the now or then.

Clouding,

tomorrow’s  becoming
today and yesterday
without connection or continuity.

The stroking of the hair that grandma gives,
is the only real that is there.