The house of spring is being closed.
The tulips, daffodils and irises have bloomed.
The lawn is a rain-soaked jungle green.
But everyone wants a beach house now.
Sun. Sand. No flowers or grass. Ocean.
At the garden edges, the volunteer seedlings
grow on their own despite my human
weeding deliberations at order, symmetry and control.
Thankfully not reliably identical to their parents.
Volunteers try modestly to change the world.
Five thousand years ago, when the Egyptians
were building the pyramids, the Pole Star
was Thuban. A guiding point of light.
Just one point in Draco the Dragon.
Ah, fallen and still there. I know.
In this dark sky, a constellating dragon
winds around that constant – North Star, Polaris.
But it’s not constant. Nothing is constant.
Draco moves. Polaris moves. The sky changes.
Things are changing as you read this.