They say when you see starlight,
That those stars are already dead,
And have been for millions of years.
2:30 am, the Sacramento Valley,
The night air is smokey, murky.
A forest fire rages 100 miles to the north
And the smoke has blanketed my valley.
Looking up, I can see the memory
Of a couple of determined stars
Peek out at me. The universe goes on.
Stars can die out and forests can burn
But we do go on. Being alive
Is like turning the pages in a book.
Just keep on reading, friend.
The end will come soon enough.
18 Nov 2018
07 Apr 2019