Heavenly Bodies

  
perhaps the palm of the hand  
has to turn into the back of the hand
perhaps life
has to be taken apart and then put back together again
to see what life really looked like
I once climbed up onto the roof, but it was no good
the scenery beneath me was like a fine trickle of water
overhead, the Dipper turned, stars shifted
in a flash Beauty whizzed by me
too quick to leave me longing

HEAVENLY BODIES