Expanses

Expanses out beyond my sight
  tease and reframe all I see
Each and every night.

My awe is not spared in the cool
  eve's relaxed glow
while the sun disappears like a dying jewell -

while the stars begin to flicker
  and the universe wakes up for the dark
and the crickets creak a creaker

down here, where it's calm
  under a violent heaven,
wrapped in the silence of distance like an ancient psalm.

My words are not better than my eyes,
nor more skilled than my feelings;
yet the latter are made more precise
by the other's ordered device.

Featured image: ‘Night at the Dnieper,’ by Arkhip Kuindzhi (prior to 1910), image in the public domain.

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