What is more beautiful than Orion and the stars
seen through the bare limbs of an oak?
What too is more beautiful than winter clouds in a rush
over the face of the moon, when the mind gives way
and the supple body slows, the heart grown ready
to make the experiment: to be lifted and stretched
by measureless new dimensions? All that I have said
and heard recedes, pulled into space where there are no
words, my head quiet and at rest, leaning back
against a corner of the garage, under this night sky
and the far stars where my thirsty eyes drink as from
a pitcher that pours and pours and does not empty.
Perhaps a little cold for going outside these nights, but I have done it in winter just to see the stars which never fail to awe me. I appreciate Jeanne Lohmann’s quiet way of asking what is more beautiful than Orion and the stars seen through the bare limbs of an oak? And the repeated question in what too is more beautiful than winter clouds? What, indeed?
With the moon and clouds and stars, the mind gives way / and the supple body slows, letting the heart be lifted and stretched / by measureless new dimensions. Surely you have felt that heart opening, body softening that comes with gazing up at the vast night sky, that immeasurable world so far away yet appearing so close.
In this place, all else recedes, pulled into space where there are no / words. Here our minds can grow silent, reflective as we drink these stars as from / a pitcher that pours and pours and does not empty. Such a gorgeous image! Here is the bottomless source of wonder and beauty, filling us with peacefulness before sleep. If the curtain of clouds is pulled back tonight, look up, even through your frosted window for the magic of the winter night sky.