Streetlamp

The scattering of streetlight makes a thousand stars

Each one a reflection of a tiny stone

Each stone soaked through and through

The water shining its surface

And making constellations in the light polluted night.

The glow is warm,

Reflecting in puddles and off of windows
Refracting and changing and yet always staying the same

It adds a sepia filter to the one’s thoughts

On such a serene night.

Its brightness lights the path before one’s feet

Marking the way through the otherwise directionless darkness

A darkness where each road leads off into the void

And every footfall can be a misstep.

It has been there for so long

That it has seeped into our culture.

It is artificial through and through

And yet feels like it brings one closer to nature.

It is comforting.