I looked up into the sky

To behold stars

I had not seen in a while.

In the darkness of space

Light speckles of stardust

Littered the emptiness.

I recognized constellations

Like blinking patterns.

Orion, Ursa, Centaurus

Every star was in its

everlasting place.

Except for ten.

Ten small stars

Lined up close together

Moved together slowly

Across the cosmos.

I did not recognize these stars

Nor their movement.

They moved quietly

They moved evenly

One after the other

From right to left.

The moon was their starting point

And the edge of my eye

Was where they disappeared.

One after the other

I saw them blink away

And the sky was still again.

No one will believe me.