Shapes in Stars
The Greco-Roman set of constellations,
would have you see a lion, a scorpion, a crab
among a retinue of minor gods and beasts,
but you could see a water-cooled reactor,
a map of the coast near Lyme Regis,
an ay ay from the woods of Madagascar.
There is a small, nocturnal bird, who plays
among the cut stalks of a wheat field near Nehawka,
who sees the lattice of a vast nest as she
joins the dots, two-by-two. Go out, tonight,
and lay your own impertinence on the swinging map
of sky. Overlay a saucepan or a butterfly,
a stiletto or a glass of Beaujolais,
pull the crumbs of stars to fit your own ciabatta,
croissant, bannock, bap or bagel.