Donna DiCello | Zenith

Orion, a nebula

shimmering in anticipation and prospect,
simple, like van Gogh’s brushstrokes,
righting its alignment. Spirited unfolding,
black then blue then yellow,
forming something intimate and recognizable.
Night turns to dream shawl and velvet,
silvery strands of water and horizon,
I stand there watching, as day appears

in a single eruption, as the sun
shines as if for the first time.
The constellation leads out into day
a rendering that murmurs–
it is time to hail the starry night, time
for the planets to lead in succession.