Star Island

Growing up in Westchester
I had never seen so many stars
Suddenly the phrase “light pollution” made sense
There were too many metaphors
To describe the wonder before me

The stars danced in the sky,
Like fireflies at a sock hop,
Winking playfully at me
As I was newly in on the secret:
There are more stars than you can see in Westchester.

After the sunset,
It is the sky’s turn to shine.
The ocean is a dark abyss,
But the sky is speckled spectacularly with tiny diamonds

I marvel at the sight,
Remembering I am looking at history.
The light I see is from stars long gone,
Proving legends and legacies exist

I strive to be like the stars,
My life shining and brightening the darkness
Long after I am gone