Astronomer

in a tongue where eye and i
do not distinguish themselves
we are beholden to the beheld.

we must bend the mind to know
the waves on a blazed mountain
are the fingers of a single tree

that the Pillars of Creation flower
into stars as their absence slides
toward us a thousand years away.

great Azophi once fixt the stars
but everything’s in motion
even love as once i saw you

this sunlit room of earth, each
heart filled with atoms drifting
and we find our way through dark.