The eternal reciprocity of stars
Blinking with gentle indifference
In the heavens
Teaches us our place.

No angels sing.
No one comes back from the grave
As we sit murmuring our worries to one another
For consolation.

Whatever we invent
Gives us a temporary peace,
A way of explaining
The impossible.
The more deeply the voice
Resonates
The more the words bring calm.

Round the next corner
Will come the answer.
We have framed the question.
We are all ready
At a moment's or a heartbeat's notice,
Steady with anticipation,
Knowing the moment will come,
And blinking occasionally.