Constellation in the Sea

The Water-bearer's journey in winter.

Before any signs of spring, you gird the pure landscape with stability and adventure. I've held your chalice and sipped. Silver on the outside, gold interior. Resplendent from all angles, but in the tipping of this cup to the lips, one understands which is more precious. May I walk with you to the river? May I help you carry the load? You literally overflow.

Your constellation lives in the sea and leads to Egypt. I followed Ra's path to the Nile and when you dipped your jar in the river, it flooded. One day's destruction is also a lifetime of fertile remnant. I walked there and enfolded. I watched the sun set into the desert just beyond the river's lush lips. Her sands kill or save you, and when her grains found every pore, they led me to thirst for what you bring.

Brother of Ophir
Bright Adieu -
Honor, the shortest route
To you -

(Emily Dickinson, #1462)

Because you were born, I can thank you for the remembrance of God.