A Crisp Clear Night in January

Mesmerized by stars
I stumbled through the looking glass
into the crisp conspiracy of night.

I was invited.
The whole sky was winking
in collaboration.

When I would have declined,
the constellations
pulled me in relentlessly,

Into the endless mystery
with starlight for candles
to guide my way past gravity.

Alas, my feet are planted
on the ground.
O! blessed reality.

Even so, as I recall,
the tug of the moon was strong
on that January night.

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