I Once Again Write About The Sky

I haven’t seen the stars in almost four months.

At least not ones that are actually in the sky above me in that moment.

Instead of I see miles of orange stretching across the horizon.

Not that delicious blood orange waves of

the sun tucking in for the night.

No, it’s that manufactured knock off of flames

covering the horizon until the sun returns again.

I’ve never gone this long without

the North Star pointing me home.

Too many people I don’t know can

see me surrounded by these streetlights and

I hear too many tires traveling across pavement.

It feels cruel that I can accidentally make eye contact with my neighbor

from each of our own living rooms yet

the universe gets hidden by an inventor long gone.