South Fork Poetry: ‘Dark Matter’

There is a black hole at the center of my sight
When it is night inside or outside of me.
Ineradicable, immutable,
Admitting nothing, emitting nothing;
An emptiness at the heart —
And a stillness in the dancing —
Of the radiant galaxy always in play
When my closed eyelids
Open the curtain.

Bernard Goldhirsch’s books of poems include “Something Else.” He lives in Springs.