"Imagine you wake up
with a second chance . . .
to write on, blown open
to a blank page. . . ."
--Rita Dove, "Dawn Revisited"
Imagine you wake up
with a second chance
to write on, blown open
to a blank page that
unfurls across the
star-pocked night sky.
The dipper's northern point
becomes your fountain pen.
Its silver ink swirls around
a delicious comet with no tail
while a dancing asteroid pulls
your thoughts into form and words.
Orion's belt provides a line
of characters that march right
through the Pleiades--on and on
into the Milky Way-lit universe
where all is possible. There planets
sing your lost voice back to you.
All beginnings have an end,
All endings had a beginning.
Finality is an illusion,
Eternity begins right here.
