"I couldn't tell which stars were which or how far away any of them was,
or which were still burning or not--their light moving through space
like a long
late train--and I've lived on this earth so long--50 winters, 50 springs and
and all this time stars in the sky--in daylight
when I couldn't see them, and at night when, most nights, I didn't look."
from the poem The World by Marie Howe