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.
