I didn’t write anything creative today… too much work. I went back to a notebook. Write this a couple months ago and just tweaked it a bit today. 

Stargazing

The sky unfolds in silence,
a velvet hush
stitched with ancient light.

I lie still,
the earth beneath me
soft and endless,
as if it, too, is watching.

One star flickers—
or maybe it remembers me.

I don’t speak.
The dark is listening.