flickerlight

The astronomer peeks at his telescope
But what am I to him?

I am only the flickering star
Not even seen
In this night.

I exist merely as a small pulse
A wave
Barely felt in the vastness of the cosmos.

I am only given a number:
OGLE-TR-122B.
This number defines my existence;
Not even enough to warrant a proper name.
After all, I shine not enough.

Yet probably, to the astronomer
through his telescope,
I am his star
The one he found on a lonely night atop a mountain observatory.