Oh constellations, thank you
for all the life
you spit out from
your ancient
furnace.
Even our lowly beetle
pushing balls of dung
across the ground
steers its course by
your miracle light.
Thank you for the brilliance
you splatter across what
seems to us an
endless sky.
And though
this bright snow moon
may be a minor work
for you, its light
shines in a billion
spoony eyes tonight.
And along earth's dimmest
shores, crabs right now
spin rock bits
into pearls.
