Wag the Sky

Cynosure, the dog’s tail north,
An old help to mariners
Through history’s miseries.

It only matters to you
If it matters to you now,
You and your crew on the waves.

History takes precedence
Over biology, but
Life takes precedence

Over the mysterious
Enormity of cloudless,
Moonless, quiet nights. You are

All about your histories,
Who-did-what-with-whom stories,
All about humans struggling

To keep going, only life,
No matter how you sing out
That you are all made of stars.