Stargazing – Andy Weaver

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Stargazing

She keeps trying
to show me Orion,
pointing to his belt
in the night sky,
and I try to picture him
—but I’ve never been much
of a hunter, for food
or for love,
for that matter.

Now, Auden may be right,
poetry might make nothing happen,
but when she points
I think of Roethke,
how he wrote he measured time
by the swaying of a body
and I know
I measure something
older and far more still
by how three distant suns
can balance
on the tip of her finger.