Two Bears

Staring up at the vacuum, sometimes
It’s easy to forget that the bodies
We occupy,
Are the teeth of a gear,
Spinning in clockwork and
Moving another body

I try to see myself sometimes
In the the constellation Orion,
Hand bonded bow drawn,
Taut silver strand of otherworldly tension
He is all potential energy
Eyes pulled forward, right hand pulled back
The moment before
The hunt
The flash of a bolt
Locked onto the future,
Orion, destroyer

For him, forward motion is everything and
I like to imagine that his bow seeks
Ursa Minor
Above him,
Even though I see myself more in
The Little Bear, than I do in Orion
I’m no destroyer
But I am Minor,
Dwarfed by the vastness of endless planes
Humbled by the supposition that
I’m a tooth
On a gear
Terrified of the consequences of my movement
That when I spin, you
My Ursa Major
Spin also,
For we are both teeth
On gears
Turning each other, round and round in
Great circles

You are Ursa Major and I am Ursa Minor
Though I am small beside you
I am happy to be a part of your movement
Happy to be both contributor and recipient of your
Great circles
But I am still small
And Orion hunts me