Look Up

Endless alley, at times, this path of ours.
Banana peel, oil stains, cigarette butts by the bin.
And on we go. We walk on.
Styrofoam plates. Broken beer bottle.
Danger borne of careless moments in time.
Look caref’ly down. Step around.
It feels gritty. It feels raw.
The shadow side of perfect store fronts.
We question. We fear. We go on.
But, look up. Look up and you’ll see it.
The sun rising bright in the sky.
Paradise backlit by morning.
Wispy clouds aglow from the dark.
The moon sticks around, seeking splendor.
Light beaming far and wide.
Expansive. Abundant. Infinite.
All we have to do is look up.