POETRY
Changing Sky
A poem about 2020
This year I saw thirteen moons wax and wane
in a changing sky. I saw the white wisp of a
comet disappear over the horizon, far out
beyond the setting sun; I saw the vapour trails
of aeroplanes vanish, replaced with the clear
blue day of a spring filled with birdsong;
I saw three hot air balloons suspended like planets
outside my bedroom window, a billionaire’s
space rocket launching into the cosmos and
a lonely shower of fireworks pop and fizzle
in the black November night. I stood gawping
as Jupiter and Saturn crossed paths to become
one bright celestial light, and when I woke
on the first day of the new year, I looked up
once more and saw that the moon was still there,
white and shining, but in a different sky.
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