The curtain of clouds is lifting
on the stage of the evening sky.
The stars are weary,
cast in their unchanging roles
night after night until time itself ends .
Yet, without applause or bouquets of flowers,
the constellations play out their cosmic tragedy,
chasing around and around the nighttime set
like riders on a slow-spinning carousel,
but never catching the object of their pursuit.
Virgo, Gemini and Orion
(accompanied by a supporting cast of rams,
scorpions, fish, bulls and crabs),
perform their eternal dance
while we watch in awe.