Dark Poems

Snowglobe

A night sky is so black and bright and endless.

If you go to the country-side where there are no building, you can look up and you can see everything.

Left to right, you can see the entirety of the sky.

You would think you were in a snow globe.

Completly enclosed in a bubble.

Any moment some higher being could shake it and the stars would fall and you would be tossed into the sky.

It makes you feel so small.

A small insignificant speck in an entire universe full of larger and brighter balls of flame and wonder.

I wonder how we don't always feel so small.

We've always been trapped in a snow globe but somehow we trick ourselves into thinking otherwise.

We trick ourselves into thinking that our homes are one in a billion, that our homes are the stars.

We can build as many as we want.

The sky can be matched, it can be beaten.

I dare you, go to the countryside.

See the stars, see them spread across the sky.

See them so large and so bright.

See them.

I dare you to lay on your back.

To feel the grass on your skin and the cold stream at your toes and look up.

To remember what we forget.

To look up and remember the sky.

Remember the stars and the feeling of being small.

Remeber what we can't afford to forget.

The buildings and the smoke you use to block out the sky won't change the fact that you're in a snowglobe.

It will continue to be there.

It will be just out of reach and just out of sight but it will be there.

Soon we will forget that the snow globe even existed

And when the stars start to fall

And we are tossed into the sky

We won't ask why

Why the night sky is so black and bright and endless.

We'll just question how the snowglobe was forgotten in the first place.