Tonight there were oceans in the sky
quicksilver currents I could see through
with my fish eye view of the universe.
I wanted to test my sight by counting
the lights on the shores of the Plaeides.
They had gone in that small movement
as I went to fetch a diagram of stars.
Sky became milk thick
white as full moon’s wake in the waters.
I can’t look up sisters in space
count them or count on them
for guidance for plain sailing.
They’re tricksters
and starspeak is a wave form
my senses can’t decipher.
I tune my ears to airwaves
coming off the ocean –
her mouth is always open
for crying out
for laughter.
© Susan Taylor 2019
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