Stone Tell
orion looked at me,
size of a pinprick,
from a quiet stone i had scolded with weeping,
cheekbone wet on mica flecks.
it was orion, all right,
chasing the pleiades
over millions of metamorphic years,
much as in astronomic night--
and yet flashy like adonis,
and not to ravish, not at all,
merely to scamper,
happy as sun-glossed quartz.
he danced with the sisters,
leapfrogging to twinkle
as i turned my wrist,
such lambent angles,
what a treasure!
to walk the beach
and find this constellation,
absolved by waves, this wisdom,
however violent or jealous,
however monstrous,
now peaceful and beautiful,
nothing more, disaffiliated,
only glitter and truth.
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