2020 Hour #5: A Road in Argentina
On an overnight drive
From Mar Del Plata to Buenos Aires
I sat awake, entranced by the night sky;
The ceiling was erupting in massive bursts of light,
Even in my wildest dreams, there weren’t this many stars.
From my seat, pushing my head against the window
And arching my neck to the edge of its capacity,
I became as still as a stone in rapture.
What are the rules of celestial life?
Perhaps there is a hierarchy involved,
In which the best and chosen shine brighter,
A class into which they are born
And thus are entitled.
But then, what of the strivers, the dreamers,
Those lit even more furiously from within
So, like those of us below
Have to try harder to burn longer
To sustain greatness over the obvious blinding arrogance
Whose light is an excuse to take up space.
From my perch so below this spectacle
They seemed to co-exist without conflict;
Or, was I seeing armies gathered on infinite battlefields
Waiting for the signals to charge
Infantries of light in constant formation
Until the daylight calls a truce.