Celestial Navigation
Even dung beetles
know the stars,
how they shape
destination.
Motion ceases with arrival.
This body attracting
that. The heart
losing itself
to the moon’s
pull, another wave
falling.
Does light descend
or rise?
Subtle yet observant.
Like truth, like
destiny shivering
through the coldest hour,
saying Welcome, welcome!
“Celestial Navigation” was first published in Nine Muses Poetry in July 2019.
O at the Edges 
Works well as a New Year perspective!
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I think you’re right!
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Great poem. Is that true about dung beetles?
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It is! At least for some of them. I read an article about how they navigate. Fascinating!
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That is the bee’s knees! Or maybe the beetle’s knickers.
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Ha! Yes, it is!
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I’ve felt falling waves and the moon’s pull, the latter seeming to wash over me as much as the former. It was wonderful.
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I know the feeling, Ken!
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