when you reach crinkled cronehood
days are as good as nights
as far as sleep’s concerned
I get up to pee
then I’m distracted by
the song of the Southern Cross
and lose my way back to bed
The Pointers are crisp and clear
SIT! they command
and who am I
to argue with the Cosmos?
oh joy and glee –
where else to be
but on a zafu
Image source – Sydney Observatory
One of the wonders of the night sky in the Southern Hemisphere (and greatly missed by its natives when they travel north of the equator) is the Southern Cross with its Pointers. In the image above, the Cross can be seen to the right, and the two Pointers to the left, indicating the position of true south.
2 thoughts on “on christmas day in the morning”
Lovely again ! I am reading this at 3 am and celebrating my own recent liberation from the dictates of the clock. Celebrating too living alone and being able to sing loudly and wash dishes in the middle of the night .
Ahhhh! I had a feeling there might be some fellow-bloggers with similar nocturnal tendencies out there! Thanks for your company – and for leaving a calling card.