Constellation Cord

A thin braided cord that carries the sky,

With a single bright sign that is yours to tie.

Not the whole wheeling heaven, just one steady mark —

A small piece of night you can wear in the dark.

Some choose the ram, or the scales, or the twin, 

The crab or the lion, the place they begin.

Whatever the figure that lives in your chart,

It rests on the wrist, close to pulse and to heart.

Wear it for memory, wear it for spark,

For the shape in the stars that still knows your mark.

A simple dark cord and a circle of glass —

Your place in the pattern, made quiet to last.