None of my drafts felt right for publication today, so I decided to end this week with a poem by Walt Whitman.
When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer
When I heard the learn’d astronomer;
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in
columns before me;
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams,
to add, divide, and measure them;
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he
lectured with much applause in the lecture-
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and
Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
My you have clear skies this weekend so you may look up in perfect silence – enjoy the view.
Coming tomorrow and Sunday more “Weekend Wisdom.”