Millions of Stars
One summer night, while out
on a flat headland which was almost surrounded by the waters
of the bay,
the horizons were remote and distant rims on the edge of space.
Millions of stars blazed in the darkness and on the far shore a few lights burned
in isolated cottages;
otherwise, there was no reminder of human life.
My companion and I were alone
with the stars, the misty river of the Milky Way
flowed across the sky,
the patterns of the constellations stood out bright and clear, a blazing planet
low on the horizon.
In a moment of thought, it occurred to me that if this were a sight that could
be seen only once
in a century,
this little headland would be thronged with spectators.
But it can be seen on many
scores of nights in any year
and so the inhabitants probably gave not a single thought to the beauty overhead.
However, because they can see
it on almost any night,
perhaps they never will!