Out of close womb into wild world’s focus:
You on this day under two signs, common
Sagittarius and rare Ophiuchus.
The former, an archer—sure-eyed human
with beast’s body, inescapable sense
of fluid motion, psychic fire, turning
hunt into dance of nature’s reverence
for life—arrow flying, passion burning.
The latter, star clusters forming serpent
bearer—grasping snake and kissing its mouth,
free of poison in mind or heart, sole bent
on crushing Scorpio to left foot’s south.
Through flaming night sky, you gallop and glide,
loved by man, blessed by gods, no need to hide.
Roger Armbrust
For your birthday
December 13, 2011
