I saw Orion’s Belt tonite and then the Dipper,
clear and aiming, reminding me of when,
as a young scout and not knowing, I first stared
lostly into that crisp black crystal-spotted sky
that leapt into my heart.
I was young in the ways of the world, looking
for guidance of others who might know.
A father’s hand seemed so distant then,
that in the cold clear night I wanted
desperately to see and understand the
soul stories written high.
The Boss shared with me his reaching
up and out through them. The sky
was dark and lovely and full, and I nodded
as if I understood and said thank you. A heart
open enough to know a gift was being offered.
I saw Orion’s belt again tonite. I said thank you.