The Starry Compass
’…there was a public house on the way
evidently, the local congregation used its basement.
We stayed there.
Twice, the bartender fed us
the preceding night’s scraps
In the morning of the third day,
an odd silence hovered above:
rising from the waxy dim
we found the pub with its usual inhabitants
all was somehow translated
the ‘light of the world’
(that we’d followed for so long)
was also there…