Ridiculous, the Charioteer.
She can’t see the man, his chariot.
Hercules looks more Crooked-Deer-Jumping than Hero.
Great Bear and Little Bear? Dippers, easy.
Some study the stars
as if they have meaning,
as if they matter. Terrifying word,
Joy. A still
and silent rock.
She dives into dark water
the bright soles of her feet
last to go.
– poem and photograph by mary macgowan
Songs for the Pure of Heart 