I saw the Big Dipper for the first time
Yesterday
Handful of stars casually strewn
Like freckles on an inky facade
I always found them unassuming
Twinkling in mediocrity
And yet for months
I’d try in vain to connect them
And fail marvelously at this celestial version
Of a reverse Rorschach test
For months they remained what they had always been
A smattering of unaligned cosmic secrets
That I couldn’t decipher
But yesterday I glanced to the sky
Because what is it if not a habit
To seek out beauty under the cover of night
And there it was
In all it’s anticlimactic, glorious shape
Twinkling weakly, making sense
And I clung to it with blurry eyes
(Maybe that’s what made all the difference)
Because I finally connected the dots
And because I only needed to do it once
To recognize it every night
And understand it for a lifetime
No matter where I’m anchored