Poem: Stone Tell

 

Stone Tell

 

orion looked at me,

size of a pinprick,

quiet from a stone 

which i had scolded with my weeping.

cheekbone wet on mica flecks.

 

it was orion, for sure, after the pleiades,

over millions of metamorphic years,

much as in astronomic night--

 

and yet flashy like a kind adonis,

and not to ravish, not at all,

merely to scamper,

happy as sun-glossed quartz.

 

orion, he danced with the sisters,

leapfrogging to twinkle

in time with the turn of my wrist.

such lambent angles,

Oh!

what a treasure!

to walk the beach

and find this secret constellation

which had been absolved by waves, 

this wisdom,

 

however violent or jealous,

however monstrous,

now peaceful and beautiful,

nothing more to do with the cruel.

disaffiliated, yes, free now, 

free to dance,

only glitter and truth.

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8/25 ... slight change last stanza

8/10/24 eds