WELL DONE! Poetry - THE LAST TIME by J. B. Hogan

The Last Time by J. B. Hogan

I saw the night sky with

no light pollution was long

ago in the mountains

from the front porch of a

small cabin tucked away

beside a small lake in late

November and the air

was crisp, clean, and

clear and there were no

clouds and no moon and

the stars came down to

the horizon and there

were so many stars you

could barely make out

constellations and the

stars were so bright

it was overwhelming,

it felt like a celestial

wind was passing through

me and I was becoming

smaller and smaller and

yet at the same time

part of some enormous

magnificent, awe-inspiring,

even terrifying existence

that I did not understand

but gave me immense joy

to be the tiniest part of.