Stella

It’s like looking out
Into the night sky
Not expecting anything spectacular
Knowing that the general arrangement of stars has been so
For eons and eons

But yet you scan
For but a glimpse of a shooting star or some satellite to pass by
And when it catches your eye
From the corner
You instantly feel connected

To something much bigger than you
You appreciate the reason that you ventured out
Into the crisp and silent night
It was meant to be

That those collections of photons
Which traveled billions of miles
For millions of years
To be capture by your very eyes

On that very second of that very night
And it’s journey was not in vain.