February sky, twenty-six

Notifications say “don’t miss this”

Ancient clocks and satellites

All agree it’s one of those nights

Planetary parade

All lined up in the sky

Everyone posting

Like it’s doomsday tonight

Six bright dots

In a row if you squint just right

You ask me if I’m ready

To catch that flight

Can I cash in

Every late night prayer

Is there a gate

Hidden up there

Or is it just

Cold and quiet space

Stars doing laps

At a patient pace

Six planets in a row

But I’m still here on the ground

I could wish on every glow

It just keeps spinning around

Will the world end

Or finally begin

I think nothing will happen

And that’s kind of magic

Zodiac signs

Lit like marquee names

Friends blame Mars

For their old heartbreaks

But the rent’s still due

And my phone still rings

Same old coffee cup

Same silly dreams

If the sky burst open

Would I change my plans

Or still miss my stop

Scrolling with one hand

Maybe all these

Cosmic fireworks

Are quiet proof

That the small life works

Six planets in a row

And the news counts down

Every expert talks

But no one knows how

Will the world end

Or finally begin

I think nothing will happen

And that’s kind of magic

Just breathing in the static

Of an ordinary day

I think nothing will happen

I’ll stay anyway

Inca calendar on the wall

Cycles turn, no end at all

They didn’t promise fire or fear

Just that another age appears

Stone and sun

They knew the trick

Time’s a circle

Not a click

Old empires

New Wi-Fi bars

Same questions

Different stars

Every ending

We predict

Is just the needle

Lifting quick

Six planets in a row

Ancient signs, a modern doubt

If this is the moment

It’s awfully quiet now

Will the world end

Or finally begin

I think nothing will happen

And that’s kind of magic

Planetary parade

I watch and wait

Nothing happens

It’s just a date

No big ending

No new beginning

Just a sky full of shiny things

And all the songs

The universe sings