Charting
by David Filer
The sad, lucent, malevolence of the heavens . . .
— David St. John, Lucifer by Starlight
The stars emerge at
dusk and find the names
we have given them:
Orion. Lyra.
Cassiopeia.
Cancer. Gemini.
Then they are ours, skies
we have stories for,
skies we’ve been warned of,
until a new dawn
comes, and they are blind
to us again, just
Venus, the cold one,
setting late but bright,
reminding us, though
we have modern dreams,
not to forget love’s mean
dependence on night.