Reading the Sky
for Mary Alexandra Agner
To seek eclipses–to prize things in the way,
the partial views and full-bore speculation
about what transits mean, what they mean to say
and whether to put stock in such a day
thick with pseudo-expert conversation–
is that what we yearn for, when we weigh
sunshine vs. frost, leaven stubborn clay
with compost and peat? Will germination
greet us before we’re ready? Who can say
they haven’t taken shortcuts, tried to stay
time’s ruthless march toward annihilation,
and learned that even when there’s will, the way
is sometimes not to be? But one can sway
and strut through shadows too. The rotation
of the earth can be measured, scholars say,
by notes on BCE eclipses. May
there be more data, more observation,
stamina past slurs, high roads past “My Way”-
riddled swamps. When I lay me down to pray,
“Deliver us, Lord, from obfuscation,”
it’s shorthand for a list as long as day.
I long for happy endings–that to pay
one’s dues pans out, that skilled navigation
will steer us out of darkness, lead the way
to answers true as stars, that save the day.
from Autumn Sky Poetry DAILY, March 7, 2017 — by Peg Duthie
Photo by Christine Klocek-Lim
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