Maurya Simon

N - Poem by Maurya Simon

Noon. I can connect nothing with nothing.
Perhaps even chaos is cause for celebration.

And perhaps the astrologers are right when they chart
one disaster, one propitious night, one happenstance

of glory to the next so they accrue like an alphabet
in the primer of each person's life. I read my horoscope

each day, searching for the solitary clue, the sign
signalling my journey's halt, when I might look up

at last into the stars, connect-the-dots--see, at once,
the bright Virgin standing steadfastly like a silver ship

docked among the midnight swarms, her left hand
to me, as if nothing floats between us but the world.

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  • (11/19/2007 10:18:00 PM)

    This is a very interesting piece. I like it very much. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

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