Monday, December 10, 2007


To watch the stars one must first find
firm footing, lest they spin, unfixed,
in heaven, all their purpose lost.

For understanding has its cost
and even freedom is defined
in closed and well-bound dictionaries.

Yet I have been the fool who tarries
to sort the gifts, when they seem mixed;
unsure, unguided, misaligned,

I've sought the stars as one who's blind.

Stephen Brooke ©2007

1 comment:

bint battuta said...

So this is the poem... I like it a lot. Watching stars - beautiful.