I stared into it.

I saw the white stars
Fuzzy at their distant edges,
Wet streets and dark-grey sidewalks
And the damp grass starving in the darkness
With snow peppering the fields.

The wind shook the foundations of the world
And we felt everything teetering around us without
Feeling the effects of being on a rock hurtling through space.

We pay attention to the details
Without understanding the big picture,
we complain about the dollars spent on gas
But barely notice the air getting thicker and worse.

I notice how the moonlight plays in your hair,
Hinting at your angelic nature,
But won’t put together the obvious.