this morning,
before morning really,
before the light had begun
to line the eastern sky,
I walked – feet testing
the crispness of those
first fallen leaves
(someone must, after all,
be the first to fall)
while Orion hung
so impossibly bright,
so brilliant even from beneath
the glare of the streetlight,
that I had to (truly had to)
walk along with head tilted back
ridiculously celestially absorbed
in that darned belt
everyone’s always pointing out
why? I was just wondering,
does no one point out the bow
so perfectly poised
that any arrow loosed
would pierce the heaving flesh
of the great bull before him?
when I wandered face-first
into the very earthy wonder
of a spider web
take heed, my friend –
there are dangers even
in stargazing
© Sarah Whiteley
I absolutely did do this rather recently and after I’d pulled the spider web off my face, couldn’t help but laugh at myself and wonder if this was the Universe’s ever-so-subtle way of reminding me to find ways to be more grounded.
Terrific.
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Had to chuckle about this lovely poem because the other day when cycling…to my absolute surprise…a rather large spider was on my shirt sleeve hitching a ride…ah the dangers in being outside in nature…a most fine verse.
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Isn’t it funny how much we enjoy being out in nature yet we don’t necessarily enjoy having nature ON us? Glad you had a chuckle.
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Love this one, Sarah
Peace, x
Laz
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Probably the ancients thought as you do. I don’t know about the spider, though. Love the poem, many strands. 🙂
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Strands,… 🙂 That’s funny, Val.
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Oh – ick – yikes – I REALLY don’t like that feeling! But I love the discourse on the bow – those lines are wonderful and then the final two lines are just perfect. And happy you had time for a walk : ) K
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possibly more dangers in star gazing than anywhere else.. too far too reach, too much at stake, too heavy a heart to do otherwise.. a very beautiful poem. Such is the result of star gazing.
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made me smile. i love 🙂 xx
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