Peepholes

I find that if I cut a lens-size whole in a cardboard box then place that box over my head the stars arrange themselves into, not the named constellations, but ordinary oddments once lost then found and eventually junked. I find that if I see a dead raccoon on the road I will automatically recite the El Maleh Rachamim, (the Jewish prayer for the dead), maybe it’s the pajamas they wear, they only wear half-pajamas, but then I am only half-Jewish. I find that most concentration camps are left open, and you never know which abandoned factory once was one. Finding stuff keeps my mind from wandering just long enough to find a hole in the sky where lost things have fallen through.