Saturday, May 16, 2020


UNDER URSA MINOR


Can’t sleep
May in Florida
Seventy-two degrees
Seventy-two years
Maybe seventy-two coffee beans
Waiting to be ground
Walk outside
Stunned by humidity
Probably seventy-two too
There’s Ursa Minor
Fading into the
Early morning sky
Grayer than my hair
Cardinals eating
Wrens rapping
Woodpecker pecking
The metal TV aerial
Blue Jays aggressive
Those colorful Corvids
Cousins to Crows
And my two faithful dogs
Howl in joy
Blissful ignorance
No Covid-19
Or approaching old age
Or life-changing events
For them
And the Bear fades
Completely
Asleep until its stars
Wake up tonight
Fixed in the sky
So far one will die
Red giant
T Ursae Minoris
Already erupted in a thermal pulse
As one day our own star
Our lovely sun
Will also leave
The ceiling of my world…

© 2020 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Under Ursa Minor



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