464 - Fixed Point - a poem

 

For day 2 in Emma Mcgann's challenge, I struggled so much to come up with an inanimate object, and one of the keywords Emma gave in the prompts was "wall" (that and the other details on her website).

I thought about Virginia Woolf's short story "the mark on the wall'' and how it was all all about perception and what the mark actually was, so ...I took one that appeared fixed for a very long time, here it goes :

Fixed Point

Steady you are in this image

To your position, ancient navigators set their pilgrimage

Wares and wanderers conveyed to homesteads

To find their paths to safety, weaving new threads

Steady lantern, a visible dot surrounded by illusory blue

You stirred human imagination, whole civilizations bred and blew

Your kinfolk became persons, with blessings and pitfalls,

You reflected fleeting beliefs, celebrated in great halls,

But are you so inanimate ? Perhaps you are, to the naked eye,

Perhaps you appear totally fixed, up there in the sky,

The depths and distances confused our forbearers,

for human perception was transfixed on their ideals,

But you are, in fact, in understood perpetual motion,

Fixed dots you were, Stars, you received a promotion