ursa major

a modern Cub & Ursa Major (freeform thinking)

Not a rehash of those stories of the North Star and the constellation circling it, I fall asleep twenty two hours before the super blue blood moon eclipse enchanted by another astral body. In the space for dreaming, those two gatherings of stars, paired together so often, take the form of Ursa Major and Minor, bear and cub, blending together beneath my fetal rib cage. When I first wake up about five hours later, I’ll be a bit skittish, mistaking the growling in my stomach for roars. From what I remember from an inflatable elementary school astronomy lab, somewhere in […]