I walk into the darkness
beckoned by the heavens
and look up at patterns in the sky
moving along in slow motion
from East to West
imposing Scorpius, unmistakable
with his menacing tail
a veritable nightmare
then I spot Jupiter
alone yet unflinching, spectacular
the many faint glimmers
I try to resolve with my naked eye
lost galaxies, dying stars, clusters
the vast probability
has many a possibility
as I calculate
Lo’ all begins to get hazy
in the spreading light
of the rising moon
and I retire
hoping tomorrow
to rise earlier than the moon
PS: Wrote this poem long ago when I was in college, and interested in stargazing. Used to meticulously keep track of the moonrise and moonset times, because one can stargaze only when the moon is not around – the moonlight obscures everything else.