Another one for National Poetry Day. I used to do a fair bit of amateur astronomy so this is where this poem came from.
There was an astronomy book, titled, Turn Left at Orion!
Turn left at Orion – forty years ago
I tried my best to follow directions
but the vast empty spaces proved
difficult to navigate. The hero’s belt pointed somwhere:
go straight on at Gemini, turn right at Taurus; going by the book
I was at home splitting double stars and measuring
eclipsing binaries, but still wobbled
when I came down to earth. How I longed
to feel solid ground beneath my feet.
Today I wander into my back yard and greet
constant Orion again but know eventually
the pattern will change, that his belt will loosen,
that even a Greek hero will drift apart.