around the world, a common sight shared –
the last quarter Moon and nearby Virgo’s
bright first-magnitude star, Spica – half-illuminated in sunlight,
half in moonshadow, lit side always pointing
eastward, looking, as we do, for sunrise.
Terrestrial stars constellating at the river edge.
The stars shift in the night sky,
but that’s only because we are moving.
This chemical cold fire sends a message –
like us, looking for mate, or prey.
Five thousand years ago, when the Egyptians
were building the pyramids, the Pole Star
was Thuban. A guiding point of light.
Just one point in Draco the Dragon.
Ah, fallen and still there. I know.
In this dark sky, a constellating dragon
winds around that constant – North Star, Polaris.
But it’s not constant. Nothing is constant.
Draco moves. Polaris moves. The sky changes.
Things are changing as you read this.