Elucidating Questions

Jupiter hangs low in the skies, the streetlights blink out.

The traffic lights shine, the night sky’s night light.

The twins beyond sight, the light or the clouds.

The moon yet invisible, the sun far away.

The stars that shine in the night, if today was the last day,

Would record a boring end, to a boring me.

And if that was that story, well it would be unfair,

That any story could just end there.

Yet as it is it was wanted, and is yet still,

By the daily nothing living.

The light flickers back, the waiting for sleep,

The beginning of tomorrow, alone and in bed.