Telescope Eyes

Often I think that people are distant
and only look close when viewed from a far;
each star its own among the crowded streets
and lonely bars; each a beacon that peers
long and with labor in to the night,
long and with longing for some-other
dawning of light within it’s neighboring group.
Perhaps, Grandpa was right about our new,
black shiny sources of imitated light.
Like telescopes and space the gaps have closed,
and the vast distances now seem as ponds,
but we look with telescope eyes and see
only the beginning of things and not the scene
as it is being played out in the deeds.