i

all of a sudden

it happened

i was there, lying in the grass

the sun set was incredible

but that was hours ago

i rested, dozed a little

then awoke

the sky became alive with light

a shooting star

it traveled down

long graceful arc

slowly descending

growing brighter

faster

then it was gone

it went out

its life was over

a brief bright life

man is like this

we are here but a brief moment in cosmic time

how we choose to spend it

how we choose to live it

how we choose

it is in this that we reveal

our place

are we a shooting star?

will our choice to be bright

or to be dark

it is our choice

or is it

should mankind be allowed to worship the dark?

how can he?

when he is surrounded by the light

the bright

one can choose to ignore the obvious

one cannot avoid reality

death lives in the dark

life lives in the light

i choose light


JB Corn

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Poetry