1. Looking Up He looked up at constellations constantly, Seeking in heightened happenings above The redolent love of family: faces squarely there, Somehow related, frank with curiosity. Not burning metal raining out of solar air, Hulking harried fates at his scarred carcass-- But love, as in the dawning sorrow of a mate Spooning her sugars across the breakfast plate While our local sun above the blazing table Plays theater-manager for their private fable. And also acts, more minorly, as one of the suns In some far-off creature's caging constellation, Telling alien tales sagely in strange tongues For other lovers revolving around other suns. 2. The Constellations They were the silver-wire basket in which His whole fruited world had fit and rattled, Orbiting one sun augustly, feeling less enclosed Than cared for by star-scriven stories there, Etched in old-timey deeps of time and space, Trouping spacetime's operatic litterings-- A child's good-night tale densely stenciled With Italianate-intaglioed colored lettering. 3. Himself When, looking down, stars saw him as he was What did they see? A bunny in his hole Squinting at yellow-white pebbles in the sky? Or, as he was, magic rabbit popped from an old tophat, Did they see, with wan eyes, only those things He himself had imagined for them to see: A blue world; himself; himself as marble-master, With so many mortal mootings left unsaid, So many starry yarns left unwoven, A man of gasping laughter, his bare belly furred, Licking wisps of frosting from a bowl Tickled constellations rolled around in merrily. 4. What Crows, What Specters What heavenly crows, what peering specters Poked and ogled the oblivious baby? A giant in his cradle rocking rapidly, happily Himself, watching what ribald repetitions chanced-- Noting slyly, as stars' spidery mobile spun above, How tapping "time" and tripping "rhyme" dance Round earth's blue ballroom constantly, the way Paired mirrors emulate infinity on facing walls.... 5. Tinily Enough At tin summer's midnight edge Of his small wood's blue empire, man stood: A minx of meaning in a world awry.