Venus at twenty-nine degrees Scorpio

over my balcony rail

a great lamp slung across the 12^th dark house

so when the Rover’s sun soon rises

 over the eastern desert rim

redly through the river palms

the moment is stamped indelibly

for each child this instant born

in these tall longitudes

- a host of fire-babies

spilling into the spaces of Gaia’s welcoming spaces

- clowns, jokers, crusaders, gamblers, dreamers

their wild beacon sun doubled:

it’s passion and purpose imprinted in and outside

outweighing the damp clutches of Water

and the hard touch of Earth;

while a hasty Moon waxes over Aries’ brim, abetting

hot on the tail of Mars

 larking about there in Leo’s sunny house

in his own ardent sign

- by midday they will meet, precipitate

and marry, I wean!

 

But shortly the Goat will lift  his snotty nose over the horizon

putting to flight the impractical fauna of heaven

- unicorns, flying saucers, centaurs et al -

with his randy, sure-footed eye

arm-in-arm with the grim conjoined pair

Uranus/Saturn in ascendancy

boding auguries of settlement - and re

sprinkling salt-earth children everywhere;

born in electrical fevers that reverberate around the globe

so mountains split and dire omens are seen

in this astro-physical conjunction:

this batch of Tomorrow’s sturdy post-Aggammemnon re-builders seeded

(probably eugenically, knowing that laconic pair)

for all that Neptune nearby

- too close up for perspective or focus -

(and a last-ditch fishy moon)

sews doubts, gnaws at roots, fuzzes edges

 throwing confusing mirages, echoes, reflections.

Yet Venus,  shifting into the Scorpions steamy, subjective sauna

in Pisces nocturnal cave

gives Uranus the short-neck lead, the edge over expedience

in aid of evolutions grand strategies, re-designs.

 

Meanwhile, the lively, loopy lot of seekers, fools

insure the Future against stasis

and give Saturn something to get mad about!

May they blossom!

 

 

 

 

 

1988