Faith in Doubt

Just for now, cast your mind
Back—if the ones who watch
The stars are right, the Veil

Cloud burst in a great bloom
Bright as half of the moon
Just as the art of crops

And of propped stones and tombs
Rose here and there on Earth.
Now think what that was like

For those who were just fine
With the tales they had, with
What they knew of the night—

A huge, new bloom of light
Not in the tales, no myth
For it yet, no wise seer

Who said, Watch out for this,
Said, It will come to this—
All you know of the night

Will fade as a new light
Shows up and grows and then,
In one or two moons, just

Goes. Think of that. The world
Made no sense for a bit.
Then it dimmed, and they raised

Their stones, and baked their bricks,
And went on with their lives.
So myth got on with it.