Orion’s Hat
The Orionids call to me
I am awakened by Mars
Posing as Orion ‘s hat
In the corner of my window
I can lay in bed and watch, three AM
I stare for an hour
Betelgeuse wheels across the corner of the pane
And on to the west
Serius sparks in the trees
Still I’m searching to catch a glimpse of
Haley’s dirty tail eighty miles up
Nothing showing
I get up and go outside
Twenty nine degrees, four AM
My god the sky is brilliant
But no burning sand, not a mote
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I so miss living in the country and seeing a sky full of stars. Once saw the spiral arm of the Milky Way while camping in western NM. Long way of saying thanks for taking me there.
whoa, the tension between the vast playfield of the starry skies and the “mote” is arresting
I really like how the title is a hat
and at the end with sand you ground us back from our named tour among the stars.
So good
Orion’s Hat
like the top
of the sky
& your report
of time passing,
the sky whirling,
& that not all viewings
bare fruit
All the stars in the lit sky. Yet, longing for the million grains of sand. On a sleepless night. Beautifully presented.