Staring at the Sky

Staring at the Sky

The stars in their handiwork see
what you cannot
cast light into the
where memory, back against the
fleshy wall of thought
catches its breath

Before the memory can run
swift, fleet
Cassiopeia winks a diversion
Orion, by his everlasting arm, pulls back the bow
sends out an arrow to pierce your mind

And you
refreshed in the silence and darkness
after the swift, stunning barrage of light
brush against it

once futile
neither bitter nor sweet
one fold in the pleated robe of time
adorning the entire world

© 2009 andrew kooman