Who’s seen the stars?
Like this: a total mass
of Christmas wrapping paper
crinkled into the shape of it’s offering
the matter gone, spherical and elongated.
A banana beanbag seen inside out
and all the beans floating
in their static
electric dance.
Holding no reflection
Barracked to the city
it is not often I am able
to align a dark night, a dark place
and a wakeful mind.
By chance, a forest, a new moon
a slim version of her ample figure.
She can hold no reflection, none.
The light of day concealed
and wonderfully
an entire universe glitters for tonight.
This one star
There is a downstream from here
a corridor view of the sea
This bit of landscape marooned in black
were it not for Venus, almost orange
casting a reflection so long into the sea
desiring only to dissolve
in its own
likeness.
Onto the sky
A dull pulse of skyward light
new moons in the city
are dark nights
of thickening shadows.
From a distance
the city isn’t dark at all
it bleeds a dim backlight
onto the sky
and that is the direction of many
hundred thousand sleeps.
Belonging
From my perspective of sea
and coast and mountains
that dim city light throbs
low on the horizon.
And I am quietly impressed
how disorientated I continue to be
with such obvious landmarks
as stars and mountains and coastlines
all there to guide me
though not necessarily home.
Tags: 2010, guidance, landscape, longing, lost, night time, stars
