Logical star

Don’t turn around
there’s nothing to see.

Even if you want to look
don’t do it, remember,
it’s an archive
on the big Guy’s
celestial hard drive.

Ahead are the stars –
elusive little pin-pricks
aren’t they?
Sitting out there,
some close,
others
a quintillion miles
away.

Look too long at the
nearest one you’ll
go blind.

Look for furthest one,
you’ll die before you find it.

Pick Logical Star.

It’s the one you could pick off with
one of those amusement park
.22 rifles.
Give it a name.

Call her Harry.

It’s your star now.
Do it before the late night
fog
rolls in from the bay.
Above all,
don’t look back.