Certainly we are not what we are,

for solitude can make us more, and kindness –

for what we are is tempered by a star,

see, its holiness, shining high.

Impassible, and yet, each night a wind.

Spirit is spirit. Do not marvel. For I

was lifted up – that we be intertwined.

A kinship – humility that is unshy.

On Friday morning I waited in the rain.

I prayed, Havah, the mother of children.

My lips became warm. Without complaint

a waning moon relinquishes its light,

for as a grain descends, a baptism,

a starry multitude, night’s quietism.


Alpha Centauri


Alpha Centauri

Bright binary star at


Dawn part of an

Equatorial constellation shifted

Far south since that time the

Greeks depicted the constellation as

Half human half horse with the Southern Cross as one of

Its legs the Babylonians as a bison with a human

Joined at its torso

Keeping to its course it will gradually

Lift in our celestial sphere


North towards the celestial equator and then

Over the next hundred thousand years will according to our


Quite vanish from sight

Receding amongst the countless

Stars of

The Milky Way