Universe

When I look up

After the orange half-moon has crept behind the oaks

I see the un-imaginal number of stars

Come to light

And am overawed

Every time

.

Every time

.

Every time

.

If every star

Carries a wish

A prayer

A question

It just shows

How little we know

.

CLP 06/12/2019

Moon Slip

Wearing little but a smile

She slides off stage early this evening

Generously leaving us

The uncountable cosmic array

With all the stars of the distant past

And contemporary bright young things

But this hurried exit is not what it seems

The night threatens crystal clear cold

And she doesn’t like bitter

So she pursues Mercury and Venus

Who promise to show her a good time

Whilst we wrap up in the deep blue

Observing the space she has deserted

.

CLP 29/11/2019