Cold winter stars
Overhead
Each sparkle a stab of frost
Into any crevice of your inadequate clothing
Incipient hypothermia but a slight discomfort
Inconsequential
Faced with such clarity
So many points of light
Gossamer webs and shreds of nebulae
Yet all so very antique
Ancient light, a message from beginnings
You try to absorb as much as you can
Feel the star particles
Anticipate
Imagine what the view must be of the rest of the sky
From the other side of the planet
Cold bites your fingertips
Brings focus
Micromacro zooming through metaphysical choices
Alternative realities
Nested universes
Infinity
Revelation shimmers in the night
The cold truth
David Trudel © 2013
