August 16, 2012Constellation
We swim to God
because we’ve been
misled, the way we
find Cassiopeia and
bears and fish living
in the infinite sky.
But stars have no
names and picture
nothing and point
to nothing and are
only brilliant, bright,
and we were never
meant to suffer
at the hands of light.
But we do. And we
drown sometimes
in the fabled separation
that is our leaven,
and that we take
as part
of Heaven.
from #36 - Winter 2011