THE WEAVE:
Moonie reads Boy’s
Club, a few harmless
diary entries, she smuggled
out of the Library…
PERSEPHONE BABYSITS My nephew is a Capricorn, and 3 years old. He teaches me his bedTime breathing exercises. He puts his fist under my nose, and transforms it into a pointed finger. We stare at each-other blankly, for a few awkward seconds, as I ask him, what he's doing, but he waits for me, un-answering. He remains there, fist to my face. And then it Dawns on me, "Sniff the flower. Blow out the candle." And he giggles, pleased with his student, when I say the Magick Words, as I inhale his punch, and blow on his finger tip. LILITH TENDS HER SISTER'S GARDEN “What are you doing, BB?” asks her nephew, as he scoots himself between her legs, where she is crouching. He backs up, and rests his head, on her sternum. Together, they look up at the circle of a pine tree, below a full and yellow moon she painted, four years ago. “I am training the vines, little bird. Will you help me?” She unhooks the ivy from the brick, very gently. Where the vines grows into the circle, she moves one, to weave it into another. “Boop,” she says, as she works, with her arms moving around him. “Boop,” he calls back, and reaches out to touch it, “But Lili, why are you doing it?” “Mostly for fun, and to see what happens. Someday, the brick behind the circle will crumble, but for now it is Here, and the ivy can be sculpted.” He says Nothing. He just looks up, his head resting upon her. She sits very still, as the breeze blows through them. After a long moment he says, “I like the Wind in my hair.” She smiles, and does not move, “Me too, little bird.”
Planetary Signatures 