Telescope

Why? Frozen fingers fiddled on the focus Dew dripped Dark hindered Constellations laughed – Not least that I was daft – And made me wonder: “Why? ” As nostrils dripped, charts rung damp, I tripped across the tripod, Swore – either that or cry! You’d HAVE to question: “Why? ” The once-hot chocolate lost its charm, I dropped an eyepiece, Scratched a filter, Neighbours’ lights were off and on And on and off, to goad a sigh; I’m asking loudly: “Why? ” And then I found it – O! the view; behold! the need for depth of night! – These beauteous heavens out of sight From straining naked eyes. Imagination fires a flame – Sanity free of any blame – This childish verve to never tame: My telescope is not a game – It answers all the “Why’s? ” Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2012