I look to the stars at night
While sitting on my back porch
Pondering the lessons of the day
What will tomorrow bring I ask them
They twinkle bright flickering on and off
In some ambiguous celestial Morse code
I gaze upward, clueless to their nebulous logic
Surprisingly I begin to understand
And perceive them as many universal possibilities
Within the endless black of the sky
Each tiny pinpoint of light
Illuminates one possible direction or another
Each representing a different choice or idea
Or inspiration or purpose
As dawn starts to break
I regard the morning sun peering through the slats in the back fence
And I realize that the fading stars have answered the question of what
Tomorrow will bring
A day of new choices and ideas and inspiration and purpose