I saw the Milky Way
one cold November night,
along the Chama high
and far above the sea.
Embraced by Compline’s chants
and hymns, traversed my way
to warmth within; my head
an effervescent din
of silent festive songs.
Despite a surge of frosty air,
I paused beneath the cobalt sky,
it-self bedecked in gleaming sash
upon its velvet cloak.
An ageless plea enticed mine eyes
to a resplendent cloud of dust.
With caged surprise an overflowing
heart in kind attempted to respond.
Thus encased, yielding its fate
to the sparkling streaming manse.
Ablaze with heavens light –
eyes and arms and legs and feet
quietly jettison in
the night tethered to a sigh.
So earth and grass and gravel
trees fell tumbling away,
tasting the glassy air like
snow communing from on high.
Yet met with deeper-deeper,
deeper breaths that chilled and filled
the lungs, alas ‘twas found
Could not take me further; up!
Under pull and weight of sleep,
still paired to aches for warmth
and a toasty keep.
The crystally clear cold night
confessed a grace most nobly felt,
and shivering in delight I – Aye!
Beheld our whirling galaxy.