I sit on concrete steps, cat in arm, frosty breath at my lips, listening to barking dogs, a zephyr whispering to blades of grass, the rustle of crumpled paper, a crinkled soda can,
Construction; the rumble of passing cars,
A glimmer of light catches my eye, and against the streetlamps, I spot a lone star amid a tenebrous sky,
I have awakened, I say, I have awakened, and I am here...
But the ancient traveller does not blink, not once,
And the heavens pretend they are a void.