Constellations

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Richard Fireman believes a good poem should reflect both individual and universal perspectives, and strives to do so in his work, expressing his thoughts and feelings about both the microcosm of his life's experiences and the macrocosm of the universe at large. Each of his poems are constellations in the sky of his life, presented to the reader for interpretation and meaning. Here is the world as I see it, he says, this is how it seems to me. We are all in the same world, looking up at the stars, and this is my viewpoint, one man in the vast unknowable universe. Constellations are our attempt to make sense of the universe. We create patterns in the sky, trying to understand what God might mean, and write our stories as if we knew. These poems are my constellations. The words are stars. May their light be a guide to find your way home. Scape Ancestors called them constellations, populated the heavens with stories, made the giant wheel turn to human rhythms, pushed the wheel turning night to day turning life to tales of gods and men and women turning into gods, conquering monsters as we conquer the turning of time, guiding the wheel with imagination's surging push, through any black hole yet unthought-of, past any edge at the end of any world. New Worlds Need Names This time it was all going well but as we watched the TV she said it's going too well, something's going to happen. At the end of the show I got ready to leave and she asked me to take her home. She was home. She didn't know like she didn't know I came to see her each week or what a galaxy was or how to tear a tissue. She couldn't understand how I knew she'd be there, how I'd know what planet to point the ship at. As I write this I hear on the news we sent up a rocket to catch a piece of a comet. On the way home on the radio is a story of snow falling on the living and dead. Outside the car freezing rain is falling. Last week my mother said Pop is coming but didn't know whose or the difference. In the old days they were wise to make constellations when they didn't know where they were heading, to recognize what was too far away.