It took so long to learn, to determine place,
To chart a course by relation and measure
To the bear’s back, the elbow of Perseus,
Or the she-goat held by the charioteer.
Few know the names, or can mark them in the sky.
One by one their stories have been forgotten.
She pretends - pointing proudly at Polaris
And the Dipper - acts like she knows, but is lost.
The performance continues without bearing.
Vega - of the sweet lyre, of the Brahmin’s heart -
Has been replaced by Capella in the sky.
Autumn becomes winter, and I stoke the fire.
- The Fool
- photo artist unknown