The Sky in their Eyes

“A thin crescent of the waxing moon can be used for chopping up vegetables,” a sky watcher made an idle remark. “For mowing lawns one has to employ a crescent of the waning moon,” another muttered. Later that day, giving an extensive celestial map a wandering look, they chanced upon the point of warmth. A certain small register suggested to them an idea as to why their eyes were warm there. On each page of that register there was dusty debris of a heavenly body hit by a well-aimed meteorite, except for one page, on which a newborn Sun smiled a happy smile, seemingly not even suspecting that there’s no void without silent stones, whizzing.

Anatoly Kudryavitsky is a Dublin-based Russian/Irish poet and novelist of Polish/Irish extraction. He has published two novels, seven collections of poems in Russian and three in English, the latest being Capering Moons (Doghouse Books, 2011). His anthology of haiku poetry from Ireland titled Bamboo Dreams is forthcoming from Doghouse Books in summer 2012. He has a website at http://kudryavitsky.webs.com