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
~