Emma Watson, Junior, Journalism, Fort Worth, TX
Lying by the hotel pool, water lapping
Damp cushion underneath our backs
Staring upwards into the murky sky
Never had I seen them so clearly
Millions and billions, an infinite amount
Still unknown to our miniscule selves
Yet just right above us
Bunches of bright clusters, tiny white dots
Encapsulated in this forever-black ocean
A view of yesterday’s universe
Or possibly the universe of billions of years ago
The speed of light slow
In the never-ending depths of darkness
Where are you, furthest star?
For I can only see your past
Are you radiating warmth onto other beings?
Who stare at you with the same awe and wonder
With glassy eyes, unwilling to look away?
Or will you remain endlessly a mystery
Only to be seen by one being on an odd dying planet
Billions of miles away on a warm summer night
Floating forever around until destruction?