A little Robin, a little Emerald Tablet, a little Hondo
I look up. I think incandescently
about my sister’s night sky app
that clarified the constellations
from that dark corner in Texas
April night gathered outside
here a true explanation
concerning which there
can be no doubt:
as above, so below
the secret humming beneath the secret
I look up. I think who grouped them
where they lay who drew ram, lion,
water bearer come to bring needed nectar
thirsty thirsty as we’ve been are who
stole a world from us, corralling stars
to make the miracle
of the one thing
look up
