Winged centaur Invisible sounding hooves Upon the backyard cement. Lifted me upon his back We flew through The rain, clouds, and satellites Rounding the earth. Straight and fast towards Saturn’s castle He is to give me a gift. I’ve waited upon the words Of Buffalo yesterday and today “Today Saturn will give You a gift… today today!” I waited and wondered Tonight, as I watch the hearth fire I heard the call towards Saturn As before … I rode over frozen land Blue ice and white paths Over all we flew centaur’s wings outstretched Gracefully I slip off the centaur. I walked towards the big door Dark but when opened Filled with light and beings Those who lived there Those who were visiting like me. An earthling's visits are often short Saturn, I found Up the golden spiral staircase Waiting with a smile And comfortable charm. Saturn gave me a gift A green box Asking me Not to open it now. Wait until I am home And place it over the fire On your hearth, The gift will reveal Itself to you. My journey home was fast I made a space upon my hearth Above the fire Then turning to look out the window. The wet outdoors From a cold rain Found me hoping For a real cymene. Of the ascending centaur Glissading and glistening Away from my soul through the rain Under a full peeking moon. Saturn told me To write a poem about the green box A gift from him And so, I have.