When Sandy was born

the moon and stars aligned in love,
the Dipper dripped celestial honey,

and from passing meteors a shock
                        of light and heat.

How else to explain this bundle of warm


so at home in the universe

and herself,

so easily kind,

open as sky.

And yet those flashes of anger,

      orange comets across her night,

spearing the stars,
resisting gravity,
demanding justice,  
                       throughout the cosmos.

All written material © Bill Schechter, 2016
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