I used to ply the sky
In search of the shapes other men
Had imagined there
The Pleiades, Aquarius, Orion, Cancer…
But the only cancer I knew of
Took my family away,
Breaking our connections
Reaching across time, the stars
Shining their light from 10,000 years away, have seen this all before
So, I uncross the paths of Ptolemy and Job
Reconnecting the dots,
Discerning patterns of my own
Amid the frozen fireworks of glory
Changing the constellations each night
To tell my own stories
As if they are no more fixed than the
Shapes in the clouds
7-22-2014
©2019 Lenny Wells
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