Upward from the wintry peaks of Earth,
scattered in a fixed tapestry.
We see a frozen frieze of fireworks,
broadcasting directions for ancient navigators,
with an ancient lighthouse helping people northward.
The wise ones’ muses are telling stories about
hunters and lovers and beasts,
while avian migrants encode their patterns,
to traverse over perch and ponds,
reaching their destinations.
For all distant suns, the future unfolds
while past-light lingers.
Planets and stars pulse and propagate
eons of information,
relayed from their stations in the night sky.
People and animals flourish through their form.
We breathe stars in and we live as parts of them,
Our momentary dance is but a flash of stellar memory
living as a bright star song.