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In the Cosmos
October 29, 2019
The night was still,
It ceased of its crying,
What good comes from wallowing in fear?
Sitting up straight,
Wiping its face,
A shooting star flew far away.
© Jordan L., Wichita, KS
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This piece has a double meaning: The night sky finally becoming clear and stars visible after rain, and oneself coming to terms with grief and deciding that dwelling on such things (Whatever that may be) get you nowhere, so move on.