Lament of the North Star

Lament of the North Star

No one ever asks me 
How it feels to always be
The guide and never 
The destination. 
How many sailors
Did I fall in love 
With who only used me
To find their way back 
Into their lovers’ arms?
When I’m not needed
For navigation or
To serve as a metaphor 
For another’s loyalty,
No one cares
About my constancy.
I’m like the daughter
Who became a nun,
Who no one visits,
And who knows that
She’ll never be touched,
Even by God, even
As the whole heavens
Wheel around her.