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December 21, 2020 It is the night of the Great Conjunction, Jupiter and Saturn merging in the sky forming the Christmas Star, and also it is the Winter Solstice. I think of Wise Men following their star, and our ancestors building bonfires to tempt the Sun to warm the fields. I think of the sun rising between ancient standing stones, and Persians gathering for Yaldā Night to eat pomegranates and recite the poems of Hafez. In America, we have been in quarantine six months, seeing almost no one as the days darken. It is the birthday of my sister, my beautiful sister Elizabeth who killed herself thirteen years ago. A conjunction of darknesses… the night lit by a single star which isn’t a star at all but two giant globes of ice -- they’ll have to do. Great Jupiter, King of Cosmic Law, Saturn, Bringer of Prosperity, where are You now in our godless country ruled by liars and thieves cheered by a chorus of fools?
Michael Simms is the founder and editor of Vox Populi. His newest collection of poetry is American Ash (Ragged Sky, 2020).
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