To cope with Anne Sexton

Anne Sexton felt the need of religion
Oh starry, starry night, I am well with indecision 
For that is my nature to gaze at the fork,
To float in a windful sea of waves in a cork,
Seated gazing at that sexton's starry, starry, 
Sky that she borrowed from Vincent.

I take from her and pass it on, my intent. 
Starry-eyed people that carries our hope,
I carry on, tootling, persisting, I try to cope!