Order of the Arrow (American Sonnet)

I can lay here in the clearing
flattening the long grasses
and not say a word

you know it's not really blackness if you are patient
but a forgotten wonder we've all got used to

somewhere tired men are turning wrenches
and babies are rocked to sleep
somewhere lovers, love
and somewhere fighters, fight
everyone else is watching tv shows tonight

i'm just wondering about the stars
excited for whatever is next