These lost stars tomorrow will they be there when we wake in our sorrow, is it us so lost in the moment, is it today we look to flower
If it were because the time we saw and loved, if it was because we are and should be this, the way it was then, we find it glowing this our future and bravado
We say how could this be when did this happen that we’ll find ourselves somewhere else in some future laughing, why is it incompatible I mean what does it matter, whether the ship were in the trees or the ground was in the water
The stars doubled in the river the stars once floating in past futures we ran to, if it all seems dizzy and mayhem if it all seems promised and ordained
Our future is in the air
Peter GizziPeter Gizzi grew up in Pittsfield, Massachusetts. His poetry collections include The Outernationale (2007), Some Values of Landscape and Weather (2003), and a reprint of his first book, Periplum and Other Poems: 1987-1992 (2004). His honors include the Lavan Younger Poets Award from the Academy of American Poets in 2004 and a fellowship from the John Simon Guggenheim Foundation in 2005. He is also the editor of The House That Jack Built: The Collected Lectures of Jack Spicer (1998).