when there’s almost nothing left
and as a last resort

you look up to the heavens

and the

music

reaches you
 

the cloud hangs

immense but unthreatening

set against the sun

just so

shimmering with the light of a thousand stars

wrapping their endless glory

around this unearthly thing

this heavenly thing
 

and this beauty

shines through every bitter crack

in the sidewalks

in the mortar

in the tired skin of old women

and it’s more than

enough
for now