The Stars Prevail

The stars have all but slipped away,
the future land locked in the present,
eyes tracking the horizontal.

The city lights have diminished them.
Television's glow distanced them.
Eye fatigue blurred their points.

The daily news leaves them to heaven.
The poets only gaze into their locked closets.
The novelists are too busy chasing dragons.

The stars have all but slipped away
except to those who carry their homes upon
their wish-laden backs.

—G. O. Clark