Auditions

The stars were crawling
All over themselves
In hopes of being

Appreciated.
Every night they swarmed
From the first darkness

Low enough to show,
And show off they did.
They were desperate

For your attention,
To get to be named
And fixed in stories.

They webbed the whole sky,
Jostling in patterns
They hoped looked human,

And you sat below
In judgment, making
This one a hero,

That one a monster,
The other a god.
Good and bad omens

Were given their scripts.
Then dawn hustled them
Like a broom sweeps dust.

Another cattle
Call made for tonight.
They can’t wait to try.