Unravelling and weaving, sometimes simultaneously


One night
sitting out
admiring the stars
I stared for so long
it appeared
moved across the sky

his arm raised
as he chased
his stellar prey

I know
from my lessons
that it is me
moving silently
despite my inactivity
on this watery ball

but my right mind
tells me
that his deltoids flex
over Betelgeuse and Bellatrix
that the caps of his knees
shift beneath
Saiph and Rigel
that his belt swings
as he runs
Alnitak, Alnilam, Mintaka jingling
and Meissa twinkles
in his eye
as my own eyes drift
to the nebula
barely hidden
at his loins

So maybe I am moving
or maybe
I am just moved

(c) RCGA 2015


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