Night Sky
By Evelyn Bales
We are seekers,
we who watch the night sky
to see Mars move ever closer,
Jupiter and Venus with the crescent moon
in waning summer’s night.
Harvest Moon draws us from our beds
to stalk the yard like restless souls
obeying primordial command
to look and wonder
in awe of her tug and pull.
In December we lie awake waiting
for the full moon to slide below the horizon,
for our world to become dark enough,
for the dots and dashes of a Geminids shower
to call us to the window.
Always searching for darker places
to dim the man-made light,
we take telescopes to cemeteries,
to empty football stadiums,
to better view the Milky Way.
Climb rooftops, draw anchor,
follow ancient charts
to sail boldly through blackness,
seeking a different light
to assuage the heart’s deep hunger.
(This poem first appeared in “In Spirit”, New Cumberland, Pennsylvania, Fall 2007)
ReplyDeleteEvelyn Bales is at once sensitive and strong. We deduct that she is learned and simple; that she is always growing; that she is within herself, as well as in her poetry, a note that's familiar and always new. I love her work.