a Point of Light

I'm standing in a neighbor's yard staring at the sky watching a light unblinking travel quickly, south to north. I've left work and walked nearly home. Crossed the bridge between towns and spent fifteen minutes attempting to convince myself that existence itself wasn't some eldritch horror screaming from the depths, the black, craning it's unholy head, fourteen jaws and uncountable teeth shredding and gnashing, all seeing, all consuming, all defying anti-god DESTROYER and a small beetle had caught my eye.

I crouched and spoke to him for a moment. A one sided conversation and the ever-present imbalance poked again at me as if I were a beetle as well and I stopped and looked to the sky, maybe staring down the inter-dimensional inevitable, the unGod god, the great cosmic terror, however it presents itself and the sky was beautiful. A thought to the great clear night of centuries before electricity and then back to the moment at hand.

A point of light.

A trajectory.

Unblinking it slides and I am still. I walk away from the light of a street lamp into grass and between houses.