W.E.P. Constellations

As if I didn't have enough going on this month, I had to participate in another lovely challenge from Yolanda Renee and Denise Covey.



It's about constellations. And I'm offering up two poems, both written many years ago.

This one I wrote as a teen.

Orion

He is silent, strong,

and patient.

He hunts the bear.

And, until Time herself

scatters his stars,

he will continue to

hunt the bear,

unafraid, and,

without success.

And this one I wrote in my 30s.

Scorpio

And when I gaze

into the south-southwestern sky,

do you see Scorpio as I?

There lies the great sweep,

the curve of tail,

the grand array of stars eternal...

I am reminded of my finiteness,

of numbered days,

but know it is not too late

to relate

the thoughts and feelings locked deep within the heart.

I know too

that Scorpio will have his day,

when all his stars will blow away.

Then he and I will understand infinity

and dance

the cosmic dance 

one hundred million million times

as molecules of space dust,

as atoms of ethereal air,

as star, 

as human,

as all things both great and rare.