Milky Way

by Tim Myers


The sky its dark calls out in me
this prayer, my heartwood and sapwood
straining branches toward immaculate night,

and toward that jewel-whitened arc across its black,
small circles set in the glowing dust-bridge --
over which whose feet?
The blessed, the dead.

Invisible and unknown they are walking,
having been uprooted by the stars.
Slow growing but growing wild
they cross over, like small clusters
of fragrant flowers between
some April and some June.

Their deaths coincide
with Death itself,
the wide, sea-risen, star-called movement
of all things.

Those white pastures, those far
and blissful regions of the sky,
upward, outward, and this prayer
forever circling where I stand:
that in my time I too will

go.



Copyright © 2004, Tim Myers
The Milky Way

The Milky Way
Copyright © 2003, Christopher J. Picking


Tim Myers won a national poetry contest judged by John Updike, has published over 100 poems (Southern Humanities Review, MacGuffin, Green Fuse, ELF, national anthologies), and has a chapbook coming out from Pecan Grove Press. His children's book Basho and the Fox was read on NPR, made the New York Times bestseller list for children's books, and was honored by Smithsonian Magazine, The Children's Book Council, and Bank Street College. His children's book Tanuki's Gift was chosen as a "Best Book of the Year" by Bank Street College and Nick Jr. Magazine. He teaches at Santa Clara University in the Bay Area.

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