31 December 2010

orion's belt

holy orion’s belt
the ancients’ wind chime
suspended
to illuminate their sky
drags its buckle
across late evening
a million years ago

slow light to travel
bears down on dawn’s red eye
before night ends

miles between fingers
hiding the light
when dusk eases

watch the stars change
in the grass
on your back
wide open eyes
never sleeping
focus on the black
its pinpricks an echo of passing

1 comment:

  1. I thought this poem would be an appropriate one for New Year's Eve. Happy New Year, everyone. R

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