Poem: A blank sky

I sit by the porch,

Thinking as usual

About nothing and everything

So the mind wanders to places

Places I’ve never seen before

What’s before comes later

In points on the sky before me

The longer I stare at it

Brighter these points shine

What are these points of interest?

In a second, as I see

There is nothing on the sky

What I thought to be stars

Are no more before me

And so I sleep with a blank sky