a brief summing up

by George Freek

The sky is like a table

I live under.

It seems as fragile as glass,

and when night arrives,

another day has gone.

A star flickers.

Then it burns away.

It’s what we’re made of.

It does what it was

meant to do. It will rise,

flicker and then it dies.

It’s only left for me

to wonder why. 

George Freek’s poem "Enigmatic Variations" was recently nominated for Best of the Net. His poem "Night Thoughts" was also nominated for a Pushcart Prize.