Monday, September 28, 2009
Late September Before Dawn
The Big Dipper, standing on end . . .
where the bottom star is nearest the ground,
I find it in a giant’s palm — lucky for me he’s sleeping.
I tickle his wrist . . . he loosens his grasp,
and I’m off with a constellation
of my own.
Note: Technically, I guess, The Big Dipper isn’t a constellation. Somehow, though, I couldn’t bring myself to write
and I’m off with an asterism
of my own...
Recently Linked: My thanks to Sandy for signing on as a follower of Recently Banned Literature. Among other things, Sandy maintains two blogs: Her Vintage Store, and Artists, Gypsys and Kings.
“Late September Before Dawn” added to Poems, Slightly Used.
In the Forum: the possibility that life is a cosmic joke.