They say a day on Venus
takes two-thirds of an earth year
and that she marks a graceful pentagram relation
as she and Earth revolve around the sun
They say tomorrow she will make a transit —
the second of a pair —
Then not again
for a hundred twenty-two more years
They’re pointing to this time with hope
that forces now will come aligned
An ancient balance be restored
the dawning of the integrated mind
And on this sleepy day
it’s nice to think that everything
will right itself without my help
or any conscious effort
That I could snooze right through the fray
and wake up coming home to where
the sanity I’ve longed so long for reigns
Which flies against the stern command
that if there’s to be change
I have to stand
and work, and tirelessly pursue
the truth that brings this fullness into view
But I imagine
if there is a pull, I will be pulled
and in the pulling be compelled
to consciously bring forth my transformation:
The Venus transit may perform an awesome show
but if it makes a difference I’ll never know.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 4, 2012