A Hundred Falling Veils

What is going on inside me I cannot tell. In the sky a thousand stars are magnetized and I am glued by the swing of the planet to the sand.
—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

I heard of a man
who, after walking for weeks
through dunes on his way
to the Sea of Cortez,
could see stars through
the blue of the day.
Hearing it as possible,
I have tried to do the same,
wanting to see through the veils
into the vaster universe.
This morning, nearer the eye,
not one bird has found wings
in the sky. No clouds putter
nor bloom into prime.
The night and its empire
of shine is lost to me.
I close my eyes a while, awake.
Inside, an infinity of stars
scintillate, the lines
linking them into constellations
not yet drawn.