Sol's Stray Poetry

Whoever knows the connections of things or why attractions molt into fixations of the mind's math recalculating all the data to best estimate a clue that reveals you  always see first  that middle star from Orion's trio Alnilam by name how it calls out to you all these decades as if a beacon beckons  from a far home.

Long shadow      of curling cat around the dark corner      on a cool and stealthy  mission, that is you. Fever dream      of earnest eagle in steady sloped flight      across breaking hillsides of dawn, that is you.