The stars are always there
Hanging above you like endless scattered eyes
Kind eyes, that softly sift photons like flour
Even when the sun burns their memory from your day
So hot and near it burns your flesh and blinds you
Or the moon loudly lingers in it’s own citrus light
Shedding a monochrome dazzle to kill colour
The stars are there, safe from the vaguaries
Safe from circular logic and screaming clockwork
Untouched by our presence or absence.
Sometimes I lay on the earth, stuck like a fly to the ceiling
And watch the eternal drop below
Yawning up in all directions
And gravity feels a mixed blessing.
JB – July 2022