After last week, I just had to post this poem this week.
I mentioned in last week’s Poetry Friday post that I find it interesting how two or more people can look at something and each walk away with a different experience. Even though we may view the same thing at the same time, we look at it through our own personal set of filters – our tastes, preferences, emotions, life experiences – and therefore see or feel that thing in our own unique way. It’s what ‘perspective’ is all about.
Then, later that day, I read Mary Lee Hahn’s post about stars, and the last line, “You’ll never know the stars / unless / you change your point of view”. This got me thinking about perspective again; in particular, a poem I wrote last summer about – you guessed it – stars!
I hope, after you’ve read this poem, you’ll have a chance to go outside this evening and view the night sky…and contemplate the same thing I did. In your own, unique way, of course!
(For more great Poetry Friday offerings, Renée at No Water River has the complete roundup!)
One quiet, moonless summer night,
The stars above the only light,
I lay down in the grass to catch the view;
And as my troubles slipped away
I marveled at the Milky Way
And all the swirling worlds I never knew
A million of them in the sky;
I couldn’t try to count that high,
And so I watched them twinkle silently.
Each point of light, a little sun…
I wondered if somewhere, someone
Was lying down and looking up at me.
– Matt Forrest Esenwine