At two months, she does her own
form of tai chi, arms and legs
slowly smoothing the air, so that I
am re-minded that practices at any age
need openness, eagerness, a lack of preconceptions.
Again I watch the sun rise east
climbing over me, stationary in my home,
and setting, as always, to the west.
If at the North or South Poles,
that’s not so. No East. No West.
Spring came early this year – a day
early astronomically speaking, but weeks earlier relatively,
based on my garden’s buds and shoots.
Perhaps not North of me and not
the Southern Hemisphere, where spring is autumn.
It’s a month of Saturdays in retirement.
Or perhaps every day is now Wednesday,
since weekend days still seem somehow special
hanging off my calendar in another color.
Are there still 24 hours each day?
At the red flower’s center, my self.
Secrets of matter and spirit edging petals.
The meaning of these events? Immortal souls
tell me the dead are not gone –
perhaps hidden in a red New Book
of symbols, dreams, connections. Inside everything’s new.
Like the Moon’s oblong circling of us,
we move in our eccentric crisscrossing orbits
around each other and some unseen centerpoint.
Tonight at apogee, distant in cold space.
If there’s a future, there’s also perigee.
Perigee is when the Moon is at its closest point to Earth in its orbit, while apogee is when it is at its most distant. Like everything else in nature, the Moon’s orbit is always in flux and its shape and its orientation relative to the Earth and the Sun change all the time.