Maybe Orion, arising,
Is pregnant, again,
This Winter,
Turned upside down
And inside out.

Maybe Stars are too slow
To show they care
What’s going on.

Maybe Orion, reswording,
Pierced himself, again,
This Spring,
Turned downside up
And outside in.

Maybe we will never know,
But, to show we care
Is what’s going on,

Re-echoing,
Sideward lost.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 12/3/08