Alnilam by Lawrence Moore
into the freezing winter garden
life's acceptable price to behold the clear night sky.
Skip over dogs and bears
to find Orion
with its less than subtle hint of a greater hand.
Focusing on the centre,
I grow unsteady,
the vertiginous drift of a fool who has climbed too far.
Surely it's natural for me
to lose my bearings
when I gaze at a thing two thousand years removed.
Lawrence Moore has been writing poems - some silly, some serious - since childhood. He lives in Portsmouth, England with his husband Matt and nine mostly well behaved cats. He has poetry published at, among others, Dreich, Pink Plastic House, Fevers of the Mind, Green Ink Poetry and The Madrigal. @LawrenceMooreUK