Retrospective
Star-gaze Poem
In whatever galaxy,
I believe there must be creatures like ourselves,
dreamers,
savages,
poets,
builders of canoes,
far-scattered eyes moving
against the twinkling darkness of the heavens,
pilgrims
in equivalents of dust,
singers of small laments:
the ones we also know,
so well.
So,
for one such as me
this earth is enough of the possibility of grace.
I step out on my small porch, gaze:
these tiny lights, these beacons, bobbing
so far away in the night
we
cannot hear their bells
marking
the shallows of the universe.
© The Estate of Sandford Lyne
