Saving Daylight
Miriam Levine
May 2019
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Stardust
Miriam Levine
There are affinities, like tremors for the hand,
pain for the body—nobody begs for that!
My ax fits the tree, my razor the cheek.
Memory has an affinity for forgetting.
Pain for the body—nobody begs for that:
the deer never asks for the arrow.
Memory has an affinity for forgetting.
But shouldn’t we know what we came for?
The deer never asks for the arrow.
The tendril feels for the taut wire.
But shouldn’t we know what we came for?
Rain-heavy clouds found the rain.
The tendril feels for the taut wire,
waves the shore, shadow the grass.
Rain-heavy clouds found the rain.
Vibration has a flair for frequency.
Waves the shore, shadow the grass—
night is all sympathy for dreams.
Vibration has a flair for frequency,
fragrance finds the wind-shifting air.
Night is all sympathy for dreams.
Stardust is falling all over us,
fragrance finds the wind-shifting air.
We are shaken in endless cosmic dust.
Stardust is falling all over us
from broken stars, cataclysm, birth.
We are shaken in endless cosmic dust.
There are affinities, like tremors for the hand.