Northern Spark

Ever since the sun began shining

More intently

Ever since the moon no longer dipped

Behind the clouds

Ever since Ursa Major was redrawn

As a forgotten fragment

Of sky. Nightshade falling

Through eons, to the river below.

 

Ever since anonymous people began appearing

Behind the bins, grouped together

In threes or fours, they

Direct you where, into which bin

To deposit the things you no longer want.

 

Ever since we could throw things away

Without maybe actually doing so.

 

Ever since then, a path becomes visible among the trees