Kites and Stars

Fixed signs, fiery aspects and angles,
Unusual configurations that ignite
What I’m made of, not sugar and spice,
Same goes for Madonna, Ghandi and King:
Grand trines, a grand cross, a double kite,
Forming an imperfect Star of David.

As a kid, I couldn’t see constellations,
Near-sighted, I imagined the sky, a blurry night.
Instead drew lines, some childish calculations,
Shapes in my beginner’s guide to astronomy;
But they designed me, too—feisty and bright.

The astrological kites in my chart, incidentally,
Carry the biblical phrase, “bear the cross,”
My father’s motto, I’ve heard repeatedly;
They point to Mars and Mercury, Venus
And Neptune tug at the outer spars.

Its tail streams with Saturn in Leo,
Which trines Venus (I never play false)
As a kid, I flew kites with my father,
With his Ascendant in earthy Taurus,
He believes form follows function,
And further, physics and natural laws.

He and I do not talk about astrology.
Even though he once created a full-sized
Ram costume, sheepskin, with a head
Piece, the curved felt & wire horns…
We went trick-or-treating one Halloween
As “Mary had a Big Ram;” he’s an Aries.

Students of astrology talk about Grand Trines,
How they bring “ease” and God-given talents;
Without a square or cross, the native lacks focus.
Kites symbolize ‘Christ on the cross,’ (John 3:14)
It’s a “grand trine” harnessed and directed;
In mine, Saturn in Leo, a weighted drogue,
Ties the knot, soars to heights, resurrected,
And keeps me from going entirely rogue.

I hold my own, windswept and bridled,
Stand and face my partner, then release
But keep a little tension in the line,
I won’t run (let the kite resist the wind)
A gale overtakes us, strong breezes
Levitate our kite and we extend

Our consciousness into azure sky.

~ Leah C. Stetson                                                 

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