Photo & Poem: Explain the Sky

 

Restless eyes behind closed lids, the
early hours lay flat, dull to these
scurrying thoughts. Rise to use
the bathroom and the dogs do not

stir. Pull on a barn coat and muck
boots to go out and walk the farm.
Keep to open ground, small steps
feel for uneven earth, head dropped

back to the view. Try to explain
the night sky, white clouds not quite
transparent arcing over mountains
in silhouette. The blue-black air cools

my feet, dense as water, lifting up
to the closest stars, those revealing the
stars behind them, and those stars,
the ones behind them. Hooves on

sand, gray horses move from the
shadows, ghostly outlines come clear
on a windless prairie. Stand close,
we are in free-fall, stilled by wonder.

Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
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17 thoughts on “Photo & Poem: Explain the Sky”

  1. Beautiful early hours, thanks Anna.

    Well over 12 hours later, Australian dawn. But I’m late, the dog has woken me, “Get up! Get up! The sun’s up!” We go out to check our morning, filly stands motionless addressing the east, ears slack, eyes half shut, in meditation with the sun god. Nights are cooling down. Return indoors to check my emails and so again, you have hit the spot.

  2. Reminds me of past experiences (and those to come) of not knowing/being able to see what’s over the next mountain, having only the ground to anchor me. And yet, in that grounding, I can appreciate the sparkling parts of right now. And then eventually, relief comes in the form of that which is not black or white, known or unknown.

    This is really fantastic Anna, thank you, thank you.

  3. In the winter, the looming late night feeding always makes me wish to stay put in the warmth of my house. Yet, after donning my coveralls, hat and gloves, and grabbing the bucket of mush for the 30 year old; I step outside to the sound of anticipatory nickers, look up to see Orion sliding on a southern trajectory towards the west, and forget the cold. Aren’t we lucky?

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