DAWN

By Shelly Bryant

around two suns we turn

(you could call us bisolar)

thirteen of us there are

Jarius closest to our parents

Philarius next, then Boras,

Blymes, Scorias, Selon,

Thryan, Horas, Blaron,

Reems, Loren, Fleurs and

the most distant cousin Phleon

around we circle — or rather

ellipse — marking our days

and nights, seasons and years

by the dual powers governed

checked and balanced

our roaming o’erwatched

and on the eighth, Horas,

a wonder

from her bogs a miracle

soon to be born to life

in our relentless elliptical motion

we watch, anxiously pacing