I was walking one night in New York,
and I looked up at the sky.
I looked at the apartment blocks,
at the concrete,
the spires of glass and steel
that consumed the sky,
but I looked past them.
I looked at the towers of smoke,
of darkness and car exhaust,
of water vapor and airplanes,
that clouded the sky,
but I looked past them.
I looked at the planets,
the wanderers and comets,
the black holes and stars,
clouds of plasma and gas,
that lit up the sky,
but I looked past them.
I looked at the vast nothing
the void between everything
that extends forever
with nothing to define it.
I saw the sky unclouded.
I saw the big sky.
I saw the truth.