if i step back a moment, i
can see the falling stars;
that i can’t see for all the lights –
the buildings, and the cars –

the stars that fall around us
as we go about our nights;
the lines of pure infinity
these strange celestial wights

and maybe you need time away
from offices and bars
where you can breathe the silent air
and watch the falling stars

or maybe you’re like me, and you’re
a falling star, inside —
an evanescent thing within
a cosmos far
too wide