It's about constellations. And I'm offering up two poems, both written many years ago.
This one I wrote as a teen.
He is silent, strong,
He hunts the bear.
And, until Time herself
scatters his stars,
he will continue to
hunt the bear,
And this one I wrote in my 30s.
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
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
the cosmic dance
one hundred million million times
as molecules of space dust,
as atoms of ethereal air,
as all things both great and rare.