Poetry, The Key in the Door and other poems

Night sky in January

You don’t need to know that Orion is

surrounded by his dogs of prey, that

he carries a shield, raises his club –

but it helps.

If you spot the three studs of his belt

you can impress your grandson. Perhaps

you’ll see the brightest stars, the heads of Gemini, heavenly twins,

Castor and Pollux, skilful with horses

and boxing, thought by the Roman soldiers

to lead them into battle. You might point out

the plough or little bear

and the pole star on a clear night. You

can tell him there’s a bull, dragon, bears,

a swan, dog, a winged horse, lizard,

even a hare and a dolphin –

but say it’s too cold to stay out tonight

and find them all. That gives you time

to consult a chart, read a book or agree to

figure it out together.

Just look up at the sky to the North

share the wonder of it, hold hands, talk

about the immensity of the universe,

and our littleness. 

Answer the questions if you can, but be

honest, we know very little and perhaps

he’ll learn more and tell you someday.