In these first waters, eyes of sleep, stars formed …
My father, Aries, me-first, blustering ram,
Jostling my mother, criticizing her cooking.
“What do I care about the bomb?” he says,
“I’ve had my life.”
My mother Cancer, crab
That broods in darkness under rocks, worried
By all the starving people in the world.
My sister Diana, Sagittarius,
The Archer, straight high nose, direct and honest.
Myself a Crab, sea-love, sideways-walker
Favouring ironical minds who grasp ideas
But are not ruled by them.
Joined in one house
Amongst the intimacies of linen, soap,
Clothes draped upon a chair, trees in a mirror,
Papers upon a table, varnished timber,
These signs, archer, two crabs and fiery ram.
Moons of pale cider, shivering grass, first thoughts,
So we took shape, new lives in an old house.
© Geoffrey Lehmann