“The Same Sky”
by Eileen Kaeser
And as the sky fades
Into night, the stars
Begin to wake,
I think on skies of ancient light
Reflecting on the waves.
There,
The constellations shone
As if they were engraved
Into the fabric of the night,
On faithful watch in space.
And on the churning ocean stained
The silver light of a moon in wane,
The same that haunts the sky at home,
Faithfully followed, though I roam.
And when the wind nudged at my back
And blew me up the inclined path,
I trudged along to its whispered song,
Knowing it wouldn’t steer me wrong.
