Orion and TaurusI still trace Orion
Every winter night
When the stars oblige
And remember the first time
You filled in the lines—

Showed me the belt
The shoulders, the sheath,
The head and the feet, perfect
As if, when I had looked away
You moved them all to fit that shape.

You couldn't have known,
And you needn't understand,
But on cold evenings,
I find the piece of sky
My father signed.

Copyright © 2009, John Mirisola

Image Credit: Travis Hornung, some rights reserved

John Mirisola is a New England born poet currently studying English, Creative Writing, and Psychology at Gordon College in Massachusetts. His poetry has been published in campus-wide student publications. "Constellation" is his first poem to be published in an outside journal.