Familiarity
2 Apr 2013, 03:02 UTC
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I hold certain things circumpolar and pass them– too dear to part with– from hand to hand in a tight vigil. This is love as Tethys and I know it– our section of sky heavy with the familiar curving day and night because we make it so our weighted hands brushing the horizon.
Close-up of some of the circumpolar constellations (Ursa Major, Ursa Minor, Draco) from Burritt’s “Geography of the Heavens”; I blacked out the original image with chalks.
I hold certain things
circumpolar
and pass them–
too dear to part with–
from hand to hand
in a tight
vigil.
This is love
as Tethys and I know it–
our section of sky
heavy with
the familiar
curving day and night
because we make it so
our weighted hands
brushing
the horizon.
