Worthy Astrologer
by Ted Guhl

here am I,  lolling beside this river of life,
a solitary grayed Lion under green canopy
near the shore, (above all - those same stars
whose natures closely reveal our own free
yet somehow definable essence) fragile
in my Ancient solitude, yet strong in remembrance of fire,
suddenly aimed at by a gazer, whose sighted arrow
strikes my spirit's constellation at its core.

when this worthy astrologer cast her eye Upon me
(as the moon's huntress still targets us all)
and many an aspect of my being was seen
(hopefully, compared to hers as well)
the prophesy of a unique and Regal bird
echoed its distant but unforgotten sound:
"A sign of joy
begets
A work of joy,
a chart of the heart
in each heart is found."