Another One

Protostar in a dark cloud,
Appropriate analogue,
Apparently, for the sun

When young, so young it hadn’t
Begun to burn, younger than
Humans now, hourglass figure

Of dust collapsing over
In a galactic corner,
Just one more thing happening,

Likely an ordinary star
For the next four billion years
Or more, some planets maybe,

One unlikely one with life
Perplexed by the lights at night.