2107. MY OWN UPDATE

MY OWN UPDATE

The surface of the sky is black tonight.

Perpendicular to me somehow - north

by northwest, was it I remembered?

Something about being young, a little

boy in fact, and looking up. Black sky,

ever so high and, out back, in the darkness,

that giant old oak tree I used to climb.

I knew it was there, and all that above it.

I'd look, creamy like an Oreo filling,

something to remember, gazing high

at Little Dipper, Ursa Minor, Big Dipper,

Ursa Major - and such logic these crazy

names had, as if Science could think! If the

smaller was Minor, I'd bet clearly the

larger was Major. Before I started, I'd

already won. Yet, now, so far along and

down the line myself, the cold sky is black

but still above me. A minor difference,

perhaps, that, but a major one for me.