Stellaris

A Poem

Photo by Phil Botha on Unsplash

In the patterned dark, the radiant ether, a scree of white tumbles forth:
Stars dealt into an ocean — where floats, as though bathed in a lunar glow,
A traveller.

A stranger, suspended in the ocean, in a tapestry of light and dark,
A star itself perhaps, if it did not somehow seem brighter even,
In its lone ablutions.

A queerer thing than a star, an oddling outlandish visitor, a thing apart:
Star-like as it looks and feels. Star-like as it draws wonder and hope and transcendence in its wake.

A whitebeam, that in the quiet, flares; in the quiet, deep and cool
Cascades. And perhaps not a star, perhaps not, but one day a constellation,
A constellation unto itself.