CALL OF THE NORTHERN STAR – poetry compt. entry 2016
Call of the Northern Star
I asked the universe – if my timing is limited
what use is the dust? Shouldn’t I bloom, like a flower,
that lives for a very short season, if cut? Bloom
to transgress into indefinite moments – its beauty, unnecessary.
If I evaporate, what use are you, my daydream?
Shouldn’t it all just transpire, caught in time,
a time that’s neither mine, nor yours…
caught out like that, a joker’s pick for the month.
And yet…and yet…when the lights run like this,
from left to right, and north to south,
we are almost there – that vision, to stretch out to,
with our cold little fingers.
© Polina Kouzminova