Watching the planets as they roam the sky in winter I am struck not only by their separation but by their interaction. We have just passed through the last square between Pluto and Uranus, biting energies that penetrate deep into our souls. For a time I felt like a wrecked ship on a stormy beach, and yet the energies teach and hold and I find refuge in our shared tears. We are people of infinite possibilities and deep flaws. And we so need this planet and the natural world to express our joy and our grief. Here is a December poem from 2015.
The first winter storm of shattering sleet
suspicious and angry
pelts and rattles my clear square window
onto the world
delivers my gaze to one quivering brown city mouse
shuddering in the flicker of my candle.
My cat is gone
The mouse need not fear
but shadows appear
creeping up my stairs
startling as birds
I am no longer welcome here.
We are ribbons of separation
loosed in the first blast of time
lost like steam
in the wind.
It is the eve of the New Year
I go to the roiling lake where birds
lake birds who are no longer compelled to migrate
burst out of their sheltered huddle
unleashed from the furtive flock
I approache the wreck where they have fled
a woman who hobbles
and has no dog.
My mind wanders remembering the lofty sky
but as the birds
wake and flap
I offer to the wind the eviction notice
that twists like an arctic demon
this wind in which I may vanish.
A cloud covers the last crescent Moon
a weeping cloud in the winter sky.
Cold air enters my body
gray as refugees.
Oh send them
send them here
Like the birds we homeless
flock and gather
settle into the white feathers of snow
the crust of the last cruel action.
I scatter crumbs
that the birds receive.
We are complicit and complicated by truth.
I am waiting on a beach where thirst and hunger linger
holding an embrace
that cannot part us
for the pelting ice has become rain:
here is a place where we can stay
in the fierce shelter of shared tears.
by Lutia Lausane, copyright Just Peachy Productions, 10 August 2016