Last night I wandered, searching for sleep,
it being elusive,
a vaporous swirl refusing to settle into slumber.
I wandered to a window while seeking sleep
and found an expanse of stars,
startlingly crisp,
strewn — no,
perfectly placed to
affect wonder in the wanderer.
Stars placed farther than far
beyond my reach than sleep,
yet more present,
comforting,
encompassing.
Charis D Crandall 