Is this a message?

And you wonder, is this a message, finally, or just another day?
Eleanor Lerman



Life has a funny way
of revealing itself to you:
the closest star burns
its unwieldy light against your eyelids
and you commence with
the patterns of whatever peculiar
plot line is your own,
impelled towards
an imaginary conclusion
unreachable as it may be
but sometimes you remember
all stars are still shining during the daytime,
not only the sun,
and you let the sadness go.