Isolated as I lounge
atop the deserted hillside,
looking upon the stars
and the beauty in their constellations.
Suddenly, with no warning
a tear rolls down my cheek
as I pick out the figures
Of the Ursas young and old.
Gazing still, I imagine
that the dark face of Arcas
looks as if he is feeling remorse
for the wrong he nearly perpetrated .
Turning to the shape
of the mother bear Callisto,
I almost believe that I am witnessing
a mother’s forgiveness.
How beautiful, I think
that a mother would absolve so easily,
even when almost faced with death
by her own heir.
More tears follow the first,
until my cheeks are wet and salty.
I find myself feeling my own remorse
and wishing also for forgiveness.
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