Tuesday, January 14, 2020

waning gibbous - " cooled off, and without fuel..."
-Dhammapada 26.418


Starboard

On the first, "Vesta stood still".

On the fourth, meteors rained near boots,
heroes, and dragons.

The fifth
sounded
a hallelujah for
Earth, at perihelion.

On the seventh,
in America,
the moon greeted
Aldebaran -
السلام عليكم


The tenth's
full wolf moon presaged
penumbral lunar eclipse,
trembled slightly.

On the 11th,
Uranus stood still
until the
bright moon
breached the beehive.

The pre-dawn 13th
witnessed the moon in Regulus,
twice shining, pixilated.

The 17th
ground
to mortar,
last quarter,
tuck-pointed.

On the 18th, a pre-dawn
Antares swore as,
scorpion stung,
he began a war.

On the 19th,
Algol, the demon star, waned,
feigned exhaustion.

On the 20th,
the moon grew old,
tired of fighting,
while on the 21st,
Antares cedes as
the besieged, relieved,
triumphed
both in heart and soul.

On the 22nd, the old moon stumbled over Jupiter.

As the 24th ended,
the moon lay dying,
hidden for a day,
to appear again
on the 25th,
young, winged, though slight
and mercurial -
brought in by the New Mouse Year.

Delighted on the 27th,
Peace witnessed
stolen kisses
between love and water.

Late on the 28th
the moon
love fogged
slyly
slips into
the sea.

Lunar dalliance,
inner shadows,
an outlier's
impossible
optimism.

Rejected
on the 31st,
the moon
chides
its lunatic self
and, woeful,
wanders far
past the seventh
planet,
to another star.


there where there are others
also circling, 27.
Understand sorrow,
pathways,
procedure.

to start
as after,
 again.