Standing under the street lamp
lending me its brightness in the damp
air after the storm passed.
Like a halo.
Looking up at the sky
There’s no difference between the stars
and the clouds. It’s too
dark. They fight with the black shapes
covering their light. But in the end they
I want to lend them my strength.
Tell them “I know you’re back there.
I can see you. Just a little bit
The clouds pass and reveal one hidden star.
It’s barely visible. Too small to make much
of a difference in the black
sky. But I saw it.
If only somebody would have seen
I’m standing under the street lamp.
Using it’s light as my own