THE MORNING STARS

Have you seen my circus?

Have you known such a thing?

Did you get up in the early morning and see the wagons pull

into town?

Did you see them occupy the field?

Were you there when it was set up?

Did you see the cookhouse set up in dark by lantern light?

Did you see them build the fire and sit around it

smoking and talking quietly?

As the first rays of dawn came, did you see

them roll in blankets and go to sleep?

A little sleep until time came to

unroll the canvas, raise the tent,

draw and carry water for the men and animals;

were you there when the animals came forth,

the great lumbering elephants to drag the poles

and unroll the canvas?

Were you there when the morning moved over the grasses?

Were you there when the sun looked through dark bars of clouds

at the men who slept by the cookhouse fire?

Did you see the cold morning wind nip at their blankets?

Did you see the morning star twinkle in the firmament?

Have you heard their laughter around the cookhouse fire?

When the morning stars threw down their spears

and watered heaven …

Have you looked at spheres of dew on spears of grass?

Have you watched the light of a star through a world of dew?

Have you seen the morning move over the grasses?

And to each leaf the morning is present.

Were you there when we stretched out the line,

when we rolled out the sky,

when we set up the firmament?

Were you there when the morning stars

sang together

and all the sons of God shouted for joy?