The Stargazer

Above the pine trees facing my back door,
a strip of sky eludes the city glow,
and on clear nights I've watched and waited for
Perseids and Orionids to show--
those fragments of celestial debris,
the fireworks of the atmosphere. But more
than shooting stars, that heavenly degree
of high way seems a star-filled corridor;

there, mystic seers made their vision soar,
and I can wander where the ancients trod
and feel the wonder that they felt before.
That bright immensity becomes the sod
where poets walk, where Keats stood on the shore
of the wide world, and touched the mind of God.

JRC 10/23/12

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I think it's still in progress, but maybe it works pretty well as it is.