Here my fate wills that I should sleep too early,
but I am not really dead; though I’ve changed homes,
I live on in you, who see and mourn me now,
since one lover is transformed into the other.
It’s like spring time. But the snow is coming (back).
Maybe you saw this coming, after the poem I just posted by Kay Ryan.
1. Take 5 minutes. Write down everything you know about stars: constellations, names, sizes, heat, elements.
2. Take 5 minutes and make up 5 things about stars/night sky: who is the man in the moon speaking to? What is the name of the next spaceship to be launched? Make up a constellation, a zodiac sign, a star death.
3. When was the last time you looked at the stars, or at the night sky at all? Go back to that moment, and begin writing with the line, “There is no such thing as…” In this poem, include one true thing about stars and one totally made up thing.
There is no such thing
as star block.
We do not think of
locking out the light
of other galaxies.
It is light
so rinsed of impurities
(heat, for instance)
that it excites
no antibodies in us.
Yet people are
Bathed in its
absence of insistence
but distance burns us