Tuning In

Every time
Turn me toward the
Campfire
Toward its crackle
And smoke and
Murmurs

Instead of the
Exhibition
Where the light
Makes me the spectacle
For us to learn
Nothing from.

Every time
Turn us toward the
Stars
Toward their distance
And history and
Brilliance

Instead of the
Plains
Where the glare
Bombards us, demanding
That we praise
Its glamour.

Every time
Remind me of the
Glow
Where I can see you
And you can hear me

Every single time.