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 have 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
Overall, 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 drop of 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.