J.T. Whitehead
Nocturne No. 9
It’s Night. The stars are spinning like pin-wheels.
It doesn’t take your eyes to make this so.
It takes a Hubble – or a Van Gogh.
Nocturne No. 22
Imagine Alexandria’s ancient fire turning each ash into a star above –
ironically a Heraclitus – or maybe a Thales, seeing then becoming them –
or an inflamed Sappho – Antiquity’s stars, burning, lit, becoming ours.
Nocturne No. 21
All bonfires give us different stars. Each flake of ash
floats upward like every word in every book ever burned
& into ashes in the sky becomes a sun we eventually orbit.