The steady star in the well’s depth   The steady star in the well’s depth moves, the field swings, an eye is drawn aside, a traverse made, a depth of night drawn overhand, drawn deep, from the sky, a silent flood unseen but swift, from every cleft and hollow in the earth. Past oneself, it points, the adumbration whose one finger is laid out: the star’s unchanging depth is seen remote and light through all the weight and movement of the planetary sphere.           Night Altitude - titles