I’m not sure that I saw it,
But I think I did—a smudge
Of light, low, a cloud of stars
Like the ghost of a day cloud,
But of course so much, much more,
A patch of night, worlds on worlds,
More space, more time than we’ll know.
I’m not sure that’s what I glimpsed,
But I’m sure that they’re out there,
All the more strange if not lives.