The sweep of the sky as I lay on the grass

Viewing the wash of stars that

As if painted with a wide brush

Play out in the night sky

The immenseness subsumes me whole

And I struggle to adapt to

Sensations I thought reserved

For the old pantheon of gods

Still, I gaze in wonder at what is past

And how ancient starlight shines

Piercing my veil of perception

To stir my soul in the present