AWE STRUCK - a poem

AWE STRUCK

and late at night

I trudge through well-worn paths

alone beneath the vastness

of the skies

awe struck

I stop and stare -

no other footfall echoes

in this vast auditorium

I spot

a glow worm light

wonder if it too may be

as distant

as the firmament

of stars

always remaining

just out of reach

*

Malcolm Evison

04 October 2012