to the sound of owls and the ugly roar
of cars from the motorway
which sliced the land leaving a scar.
My gaze leads to the white-freckled heavens
remembering I'm peering back in time
and through a telescope a view sublime:
Andromeda but 2 million years ago.
As I stare at the crescent moon and stars
I lay my own problems aside.
How much more wonderful is this vista
than flimsy material possessions
and feel the presence of a higher power
invigorated...at this lonely hour.