in a small town near the ocean

a man stares at the sky

asking for it’s answers

praying for it’s promise

we are used to knowing everything 

but about the universe, we know little

all we can do is stare 

and be drawn in by the discomfort of not knowing 

yet appreciating the comfort of knowing it’s always there

I aim for the dark side of the moon

the part nobody sees or loves

the part people only speculate about 

the part that nobody knows 

the man who gazes at the sky has gone to bed

he doesn’t know if it is only telling him what he wants to hear 

or is it an eternal truth

that sometimes not knowing is everything