Late one night, when he was very old,
they found the great astronomer
holding a ruler at arm’s length,
measuring the distance between stars.
From Songs and Letters, first published December 5, 2008.
Or, as I said to Erin yesterday upon her thoughtful observation,
...maybe words aren’t a sorry translation after all. Maybe they arrive before we do. Maybe our lives are an effort to catch their tails.
And their tails might just as easily be those of comets, or falling stars.