THOSE COLD OCTOBER NIGHTS

For Gilbert

Those cold October nights, so long ago,
My family would walk outside to hear

The wild geese calling softly overhead—

Unseen formations in the clear, black air.

And, guessing at origins and destinations,

My elders would conjecture how

The geese knew when to go, and where—then stay

To name faint constellations: the Great Bear,

And slant Orion’s Belt and fiery Bow,

And Cassiopeia’s tilted starry Chair . . . .

I didn’t know, back then, as now I do,

There was, there is, no husbandry in heaven:

Their lights are all on, but nobody’s home.

These days I turn to you, who wouldn’t know

Red Mars from Venus trembling near the moon—

Whose inner constellations I can’t see,

But know are there—And you are always home.

You are home.

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