Cosmology

Stars are not the only stars.
At the center of my eye, a star
ruptures into a million rivers.

At cusp of sky, the sweetgum
is hung with the tarnished jewels
of seed-stars. I watch them sway

with the ruptures of my eyes
star to star. Every thing is moving
while every thing is suspended.

And birds billow past the seed-star
constellation - marring the cavern
of sky - slashed by winter-bare limbs,

and reveal the depth a river
sky empty of stars.

Author's Note

2021