Galileo in Arcetri

Ephemeris left
open, transfixed
by his blank gaze and one
ancient ray arriving.
Inside his blindness,
a remembered sky: widdershins zodiac
over the slanted campanile.
The stones he’s thrown float up again,
the vespers’ bells transpose themselves
into a higher night
now: neural carillon,
signal fires
across his darkening hemispheres:
brief suns
just touched
with light from farther years.