birthdazed

So, the resident Scorpio passed another milestone yestiddy: here in this corner of Tres Leches, tis the season of nativities: Tina in Libra, yo in Scorp, and the fiery one in December's Sag. What with all the aplomb and labor of our move, Mrs. Baby's birthday really got trampled on, so we are taking this weekend to celebrate our birthdays together. The windows and sliding doors are all open and Van is on the box hymning to Coney Island and the saints, and later we are off to San Marcos to sit under the stars and trees with Crooked Still. This poem is for the cardinal one of this seasonal birthday trine:

Time Cast

tina mama
mama yaya
forging paths
through the heart
of the matters that matter
most, elevations, foundations,
all plumbed for truth,
heart’s truth,
the wisdom of the seer
who sees through
uncovers virtue
down the darkest ladders
unearths the treasure
of castaway trine
Kalispell’s spelling
one letter, one word
at a time, through
glacial time & the very
swiftest, gazelle time,
cyd charisse time,
gwyneth time,
castaway time, and all
the times that return
in the look of Mary
through flesh cast
down and resurrected,
cast down & en-flamed.