On really clear nights...

On really clear nights, the stars will shine brightly.
      I can't really say that I've seen so many before...
It seems like it had been so long since I had tried
    to appreciate them that they had reproduced in great
          splendor.

Even now, though, when I try to appreciate them, the
    hampering worries of a day intrude far to greatly.

The fragmented moments during which I find myself in
      a truly appreciative mood, but the time that it takes
      to notice serves as a suitable enough interruption
          to get back to the worries of my day.

Then, the next time I find myself prepared to enjoy
      the masterworks of the night-time sky, someone
      has perchanced to fill it with grim and dismal clouds.

When one looks up to see nothing but clouds on an all-too-often basis,
      he will likely forget it possible that the stars exist.
      And when it happens that he chances a glance and sees
      the stars, he will likely note that he never remembered
      having seen such stars.

          - Such is the business of life.
                                - end -

        - February 18, 2006