Frank Prem

on an axis wheeling

I look to the sky at night
watch the star-ways wheeling
around an axis
in isolated glimpses strobed apart
by months and weeks

 

they or I perform a pivot
and then go around again

 

I spin in awe
not certain what to make
of a darkness filled with pinpoint
spots of mystery

 

or perhaps it is all light
well separated by perspective
across time and space
to cause patterns
that my eyes can find

 

I wonder if the flickers
point the way to a god
who is somewhere
nowhere
who could be anywhere at all
within stellar perfection
while the conundrum


who am I

is awe enough

 

or do I have a task
to elevate
a sense of cosmic being
into the fabric of belief

 

I look to the sky
tonight
the milky way turned again
as though upon an axis
and I spin

 

I spin around
I turn
on a night
so overfilled with stars
I can believe

 

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