Not in the gaps but in the emptiness,
Creation's bang scattered before my eyes—
Stars and stars that are not stars—yet are.
Always the city's glow fastens me.
They say we are dust, afterthought, debris.
But here, gazing starward, the truth of that
As irrelevant as the zodiac.
Instead, the mystery of the spaces between.
Credit: ESO/H.H. Heyer, some rights reserved
Patrick Kanouse's poems have appeared in many journals, both in print and online. He is a program manager for Pearson Education, a education publisher. Patrick lives with his wife, Gina, and their dogs, Riley and Kennedy, in Westfield, a suburb north of Indianapolis. He can be found online at: patrickkanouse.com.