Atlas II

Falling--how far?
The clay vessel releasing
How many stars
Into what fathomless night?
Who was there?
Whose hand,
What sound,
And who would have wanted to know?

The clay vessel:
A shattering or a release?
Sharp edges adrift in the universe, or no?

Once, I would have wanted answers,
To know what had happened
And when.

To know
Who reached into the universe,
Turning and turning the stars
Into constellations,
And perhaps why.

Now, though, I don’t care.
For me, it is enough to look and wonder
What it would be like
To feel the hands that made this happen.


Comments

  1. Such confident, mature poetry, Sandy!

    "Now, though, I don’t care.
    For me, it is enough to look and wonder
    What it would be like
    To feel the hands that made this happen."

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