“e quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle”
—Dante Alighieri, 34th Canto, La Divina Commedia
A tiny thing, a particle, a protein
anointed in oil, wearing a studded crown,
has declared its global coronation,
ordained by the laying on of hands.
And suddenly we learn
it was all unnecessary—
The daily errand, seemingly urgent.
Meetings. Interviews. Presentations.
Early-morning trains. Stadiums filled
for sport or concert. Gatherings around
our glittering tables.
Daily appointments stacked as neatly as firewood
in our calendars, our precious devices,
none of these, it seems,
ever required us.
We barely remember now
what was so important that
we marked our calendars for it.
And when the streets are emptied of us,
that will be the time to keep
our appointment with
what has always been waiting.
Then we will lean from our windows
or simply close our eyes, and see—
and see again, and see for the first time—
the unrelenting stars.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 22, Issue 3.
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