Atlas II

Sandy Carlson June 17, 2018
Falling--how far?
The clay vessel releasing
How many stars
Into what fathomless night?
Who was there?
Whose hand,
What sound,
And who would have wanted to know?
The clay vessel:
A shattering or a release?
Sharp edges adrift in the universe, or no?
Once, I would have wanted answers,
To know what had happened
And when.
To know
Who reached into the universe,
Turning and turning the stars
Into constellations,
And perhaps why.
Now, though, I don’t care.
For me, it is enough to look and wonder
What it would be like
To feel the hands that made this happen.


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  1. Cloudia11:44 AM

    Such confident, mature poetry, Sandy!

    "Now, though, I don’t care.
    For me, it is enough to look and wonder
    What it would be like
    To feel the hands that made this happen."

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