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.
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).