Twice a year
I knock at the door
that leads
to the light
or to night.
Do I go out?
Do I go in?
Do I stand on the threshold
with a grin?
Well balanced
am I,
but not always
on scale.
I can only be
at the right time
and place –
without fail.
I don’t change places
that’s for sure.
But my influence on
the other is quite secure.
I know nothing
of a split rejection,
only the interaction
of reciprocal reflection.
I can’t be divorced.
I can only move away.
If you’ve met me,
you’ll know what to say.
Who or what am I?
I span space,
but only for a stretch.
I am tied,
but without constraint.
I live in darkness,
but with decorum.
I know my limits.
Name me.
Anyone want to give it a go?
I won’t post an answer without at least one try! 🙂
I am not the descendant,
I beg your pardon please,
And I refuse to be grafted
on any old degree.
If you can count backward,
that’s the way you find me best.
And while you’re at it,
you’ll know what I’m against.
Altair Astrology 