Polaris
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Did you know that the celestial sphere
(what we see as the sky)
moves around us? Well, we think
it moves around us — of course, it’s the stars fixed
in place, and we're the ones
moving, but to our
eyes, we see a
sky that
rises, a
sky that sets.
Every night the stars appear to rotate
around Polaris, and we watch them as they cross
across
the sky. You're my north
star,
and by that I mean you're the
point that everything else rotates around. You're the
point that the sky dances around, the
point that makes it all hold
fast when the rest of the world is spinning g g
not out of control, but
just too
fast for me to hold
onto. You are the fixed
point. The sanity to my insane,
the hearth to my home,
the center of it all.
The colorful prisms
underneath
a rainbow
because they're all from rocks,
aren't they?
The diamond dust particles that dot the
sky?
I'm diving into a
dark lake at midnight,
and there's no moon, but there's a million, billion
stars.
I pull down each one:
a smooth leg under clean sheets;
a cup of coffee in bed;
a blue eye blinking awake to mine, and I'm —
staring at you ‘cause I'm —
drinking you in like I knew,
deep down, we were going to say
goodbye.
And I would be reaching for that memory
of that morning
where I'm taking you in like a snowfall,
like a whisper.
(I'm in the lake and I feel you)
like an echo through a cave,
(and the tide is coming in)
and the Milky Way is somehow s t r e t c h e d
across the
sky
like I can taste the caramel inside of it, and you are there,
Polaris —
dim
and fixed,
in a
thunderous
sky.
