Small Stones for Jan. 29 through 31, 2016
Jan. 29 2016
I wake to the ubiquitous white blanket, white page, unmarred
by footprint or by word. My eyes crave a prism, the sparkle
of diamonds in sunlight, they’d even settle for sunbeams passing
through white sapphire, through crystal, rhinestone, even cut glass,
anything but this flat white under grey sky that greets
morning upon morning.
Jan. 30 2016
Yesterday, a call-in show. Today, a blog post,
both focus energy on questions of astrology and how
some days our lives attune to messages from the stars, while
other times nothing goes according to the plan.
Both radio and blog remind me there is more to it
than merely sun sign. The planets, too, rise and recede,
and what moon sign held sway at the hour we arrived?
How much weight to give such influences, when
as a woman, I know the moon-tide’s cycles hold sway
just as the moon affects the high and low tides of the sea.
And I wonder how the elements of fire, water, earth and air
reveal themselves in the twelve signs of the zodiac.
How does the Ram, a creature of the earth, manifest itself
instead as Fire? How is the Water-bearer, Aquarius a being of Air?
And how much weight does any of it have on the story of my life?
Jan. 31 2016
While we sleep, the Earth rotates east
In January the obliquity of the ecliptic offers days
where darkness falls too soon. It’s an illusion that
days grow shorter as we age: in truth a century ago
Earth’s time to complete its daily rotation 1.7 milliseconds
shorter than today. And time still flies. Already,
I have entered February, working on the news for
the coming fortnight. Already, I have thought past
Valentine’s Day, contemplated the coming of March
and its changeability from lamb into lion or lion into lamb.
I am not wishing the days by, although I long for
the return of green. With it will come another birthday.
If I might wish for anything, it is to stop counting.