I used to be a Sky Teller, back in the prehistoric.
A’sat still, watching the welkin change.
Divination by changing cloud cover,
reading the weather like tarot.
Mystics struggle with the trappings of modernity.
I remember the night when all the stars fell.
My parents thought me fast asleep; but,
thinking something does not make it necessarily so.
So, I crept outdoors and froze,
star struck in horrific awefulness.
I saw blazing comets plummeting.
They looked like rapidly descending jellyfish,
sinking from the the Firmament to our Below.
And, in that instant, my soul became
I knew my heart would never hold still again.
And, I became a hum’bird long before I turned into the ibis.