Orion marches through December,
the
bear always in front of him
despite
a thousand years of pursuit.
It
is the way he navigates the years.
I
live alone in a cabin in the woods
with
a fire, a bed, a stack of books,
and
a long oak table and chairs.
It
is the way I navigate life.
With
a shotgun, I chased away naked St. Francis
because
I dislike holy men lacking self-esteem.
The
red cardinal speaks to me of philosophy.
He
has no theology to speak of
and
says God is the tree, the wind, the stream,
only
that and no more,
though
we have made him in our image
and
pursued him for a thousand years.
I
am an apprentice of Orion,
hanging
from his jeweled belt
while
tramping through the snow
in
the long, cold, dark night
searching
for a scripture only I can write.
It
is the way I navigate the stars.
~William Hammett
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