When the C.O. David Harris was in prison

His waiting wife, Joan Baez, penned this line:

And the stars in your sky are the stars in mine

Child of modern science, I believe it with no qualm.

 

Yet each day I scan this sky of clouds as if never seen.

Only the artist in Rebecca has caught the Sistine ceiling,

While the poet in me wonders if the fate of not seeing

Lies in the stars, or in ourselves that we are underlings.

 

A Growing Collection.