Night at Bird’s-Eye View

By Olivia Mohr


It’s true the city never sleeps,

I think in the sky.

Tens of thousands of feet off the ground,

I see thousands of lights.


It’s like the sky backwards –

the stars are at my feet.

The moving cars

are shooting stars

streaking across the street.


The roads are constellations –

the street lights are aglow,

and they curve and weave

into mazes down below.


Our sky is never resting –

it is always moving and awake

and in the darkness

I see the difference

a single light can make.


This is an original poem I wrote. I wrote this last summer after I flew to Seattle, Washington from Kentucky. The lights I saw from the sky at night inspired this poem. I don’t usually write poems that rhyme, but with this one, it just happened, and I let it. 


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