Pulled by the stars-

Pushed by the fall

Tilts the needle ever onward and upward

Wavering against the wind until

A hot iron stillness

Settles

In

Bone

At last we catch a glimpse of the stars

Through our penny telescope

Reach out and put a finger on it but

Can’t feel the heat-

I’ll follow the sodden skies

Through the past until

I reach the future