in the blue steel sky
where new northern
mornings arrive

and the stark chill
of predawn elementals
reign across the cycles
of timeless millennia

Orion stands, emblazoned
returned from a summer
season of hunting
in far off hemispheres

greeting old comrades
tied to the fixed points
of fluxing terra firma

with mighty sword
unsheathed and risen
to stalk the spare game
of a dire season

in seasons past
i too was once a
great hunter

now i thumb
the dull blade
of my ill used sword

commencing a search
of deep pockets
for a stout heart,
diligent resolve and
a sharpening stone

Philip Glass Ensemble
Orion: India

Oakland
10/25/13