Jan/Feb 2020 • Vol. XLII No. 1 Of Today |

why are there stars?

because we need to know even the dark dome hovering above us its infinite black like our skull seen from the inside like a bowl of onyx filled with cracks flickers of future shatter is a bright hot snow still arriving ten thousand years from now already dead sending out their final signals seeds of time the way I hope something I say will come back some dark night when you wrestling sheets twisting thoughts no dream though I’ll have been long translated to ash a phrase will effuse behind your eyes almost without your knowing when it began sliding down your spine swimming your restless limbs — little glimmer . glint of warmth . winter ember .

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Philip Metres
Philip Metres is the author of The Sound of Listening: Poetry as Refuge and Resistance (2018), Pictures at an Exhibition (2016), Sand Opera (2015), To See the Earth (2008), and other books. A recipient of the Lannan, two NEAs, and two Arab American Book Awards, he is director of the Peace, Justice, and Human Rights program and professor of English at John Carroll University. http://www.philipmetres.com

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