Firmamentalist

Here's a poem I wrote for an open mic night called the Space Inside in Wicklow Town.  I believe the event was video'd, and may possibly show up on you tube (past events at the SpaceInside are on youtube) but until then, here's the poem.  

Firmamentalist

By J.Ted Voigt

Let us seek therefore

not a foundation but a firmament

constant and eternal

yet changing in every moment

through every season

and from every angle new

let what is true stand not on cold stone

but lie in wet grass

with backs turned to groundedness

gazing starward wondering

These Wanderers our founding fathers

These constellations comprise our epistles

For on this earth

We have far too many towers built of stone

Not nearly enough built of stars