Monday, February 1, 2010

Star Light

Star Light
When I stroll out in the yard
In the middle of the night
And the air is cold and clear,
All the stars shine so bright
Even here, where a city sleeps,
I am dazzled by the sight.

I can choose how I will view them:
Distant campfires in the dark;
Outlined figures of old gods;
Great exploding spheres that mark
Gaping deeps of space and time –
My imagination’s spark.

And what I choose determines
How I feel at what I see:
Amused, retold an ancient myth;
Awed by sacred mystery;
Abashed by hard perspective
On microscopic me.

©2010 John I. Blair

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