Original Posting March 2007
We have in the field below our house a nice flat glacial erratic, just the right size for a family of four to gather with blankets and sleeping bags on starry nights.
How is it he keeps the night, God?
Alone, in universal space.
Is his the loneliness of time?
And being. Night defines his place.
- excerpt from Ursa Major, in In the Bear’s House
Tags: Books, poetry, stargazing, stars
Leave a Reply