"You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep."
Venus crossing the face of the sun on June 8, 2004 - photo by Paul Hyndman
Sky watchers, people of the Nile,
today I feel you.
I feel you in the tilting of our faces,
turned up, watching the bright magic of Ra.
I feel you in my ears and mind chanting,
“as above, so below - as above, so below”.
And above me
Venus treads the boards
to hold her whole self before the sun.
She unfurls her desire in the light,
shining within a shining so great
that nothing cannot been seen.
And I wonder
if she spurs her reflections below
Despite this well of longing, I feel afraid to ask for love.
It has turned its face from me with such sharpness
that I have forgotten the taste of succor.
With a mouthful of sour wine,
I have held that love asked for,
is love less valued; less true upon receiving.
In that way, I have taken what was offered.
I have found safety, yet I starve.
How does one dare
to ask, to risk; to gain
or to hear a resounding “no”?
How does one learn to transit the sun?