Many
of you know that my poetry is mostly about nature but now and then I take a fit
and write about something else. This particular night my cat woke me at
midnight. I’m not at my best in the middle of the night but when I opened the
door to let the cat out, the stars were right there, right there! and the big dipper was so close I could have touched
it. This is what happened:
Who Knows
Where This Stuff Comes From
In an alternate universe
that only looked like this
familiar one
the Big Dipper leaned down
over my doorstep
so I climbed in.
Did you know that stars
are really bits of music,
notes that quiver on their
way
through the black, limitless
space?
They sing
of glistening rivers on
fog-mist mornings,
of tumbled brown soil and
all that’s green and living,
of whales and cormorants,
komodo dragons and people,
and other ordinary things.
They sing of longing
and belonging.
They are the tears of sorrow
and laughter
that gather in the corners
of our eyes and slip down,
down to the earth,
where in an alternate
universe
they become the Big Dipper
leaning over my doorstep.
7 comments:
So truly lovely that I can hear the quiet of the night before the tinkle of the stars.
Thanks Tabor - it was like - magic!
very nice as always, I so enjoy reading your thoughts.
So beautiful. I've had moments like these. Your words capture the incredible feeling. Thank you.
XO
WWW
OOTP - we're a mutual admiration society ;)
WWW - I used to resent waking up in the middle of the night, unable to get back to sleep. Since retirement, I find I I can treasure middle-of-the-night experiences like these because an afternoon nap solves my sleep deprivation problem ;)
This speaks to me but then your poems always do.
I know what this feels like, when I can’t sleep at night because of restlessness or Millie waking me to be let out I too automatically look up at the starscapes above me and wonder, just wonder Aren’t we lucky not to suffer light pollution? As in large conurbations?
Thank you for your rumination (you didn’t write this poem in the dead of night, did you?).
Friko - Actually, I did , penning it the moment I stepped back inside as it had been written in my head as I stood on my doorstep.
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