The Night Sky Poem by Daniel Brick

I once read the night sky
like a favorite book that
needed neither note nor
gloss, so well-remembered
were its images, spread
across both mind and sky.
I read the stars and
the words with equal felicity,
and knew the messages hidden
in both. I made it so that
all was clear, all was known.
And then suddenly a double eclipse
darkened my prospects far and wide.

A M a n A l o n e

Poems by Daniel Brick
Woodcuts by Franz Masereel