Is there sky beyond neon
or a moon that doesn’t
have a belly full of electricity?
There used to be stars
in the garden, but streetlights
have swallowed the Milky Way.
I remember midnight when
it was a cradle of shadows,
not this kilowatt blinding insomnia.
Is this what it feels like to be ancient,
a voice crying through electric chords,
Please dim the lights so I can see heaven?
©Susie Clevenger 2016
Day 14 #NaPoWriMo 2016