to commemorate my Saturn Return

Saturn in Libra

1.
Beneath the scales dispute the blessed ones:

With outstretched hand, one measures the land,
dispersing food and hearth from each
according to their labor, to each
according to their wealth.
				The other,
with grasping hands, demands power for what
is his. In agitation, the sun glowing
illuminates the work of many to feed
the few. 

	Meanwhile, her wings unfold the balance,
her heart the fulcrum of understanding
and wisdom, mercy and strength, love and power.

2.
In my throat lives shame, who says: “Do not speak.
Admire the melody of laughter, beneath
which thrashes muffled pain. Smile through clenching
larynx, cage the voice and leash discord.”

In my belly rage says: “These assholes and fools.
Admire the civility, gold-plating
pasted over disdain for suffering
and pronouncements of ignorant judgment.”

Now seething in complicity, efforts
wasted as rage and shame compound in blame.
Neither reason nor justice can survive
when power twists to choke upon itself.

3.
If I change, so must we, and so will you.
Decide for yourself what to do. You could
not change while I remain the same. Stasis.

4.
This blind silver moonlight is my left eye,
vibrating tides of your fathomless urge,
upwelling desire to flow with you.

This hot scarlet sunlight is my right eye,
piercing the seed to crack the shell, calling
the stalk to thrust upward, to claim its due.

5.
This one: the decimating desert storm
blasting righteousness to unveil the wicked.
The other: sky that holds us all in love,
arched in witness to justice and to vice. 

Sickness is harmony without dissent,
falsehood eating serenity of soul.
Torture is aggression devoid of love,
evil begets evil among the scared.

6.
Let both hands upset false balance. Justice
will seek its own return. The goddess bends
her hip, tilts her hand. Whatever you
fear most to say, speak; and then listen.