J.R. Lott, M4, Class of 2020
A blue sky
gives way to dark.
A lone cloud gets lost
in a sea of stars.
Colors flee from
the dusk sky.
I ponder
my place in it;
what impact I have.
Despite all my work,
blind ambition,
and worry,
stars appear
night after night.
The earth does not slow,
nor the slightest breeze
alter its path.
The night comes.
And with it,
I must relax.
To enjoy the cool dark,
before the day returns,
work continues,
and I tire.
Med Intima 