I love to lie on hard surfaces
to feel all of the hardest places to reach
connect with the ground
as I look up through the ceiling
through the sky, through the blackness
surrounding the stars, and ask questions I know
I don't want the answers to, like
To let my eyes wander a little
to the left, to connect with the light of a star
is to look backwards in time, and something
prevents me from doing this
for too long, I see
enough to witness balls of light
forming a string, like planes
preparing to connect to earth.
And my eyes wander back
to the darkness, to the silence
where infinite possibilities are born
with a blast as big as a bang, I say
wait, wait… don't tell me...
A poetry prompt from:
Also inspired by the title of NPR's weekly hour-long quiz program, "Wait Wait… Don't Tell Me!"