You can’t see too many stars in the city sky,
the stratosphere shrouded by clouds and pollution.
I looked down at the black tar ridden Earth, and sighed
at the grid that graphs life like some mathematical solution.
As my disappointment grew across my industrial surroundings
I had an epiphany, about the streetlights below.
They were just like the stars, their bright light now browning
into soft, dark amber that only city dwellers know.
They dot the black tar like stars do the universe
and are spackled across the urban horizon
the way loose change scatters across a purse
or the way the studs shine on the belt of Orion.
Streetlights are like stars on the surface of our world,
on a planet forever spinning in a galaxy that twirls.
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 