To look up
you might very well
get lost, so other
is the world above.
But look!
Take a peek…
Why not get lost in that
pull, like having a hook
on the loop of the belt buckle
along your spine,
a deus ex machina—
inviting you
into topography.
There is a point
to hot air balloons.
Just to look down
from above.
You will not find these
seven grouped in your
celestial atlas,
though they do ride
the ecliptic arc,
appearing south south east
near eight pm this mid
January night.
War goddess, raised spear
about to thrust down
and slay some monster below.
No? Do tell.
What do you make of it?
There are no wrong answers.
A constellation
but the imagination
wrapping itself
around a pattern like this.