TAURUS RISING
by Chris Gregory

teeming stars with myriad
hungry mouths move
in a great wheel, across
the parched tapestry of sky

grasping hands of these
winking, bright children
protect fragile eyes
from blinding cosmic light

one steady, sure light prevails-
she rises, in the early evening,
spreading out her carpet
of reflected glory

I stand, under the midnight spread
of darkness. I reach up,
cup her light in my hand. I gasp, as if
I could draw her down to earth...