Intercalary Day #4

For Isis I put out the hand-dipped
Rainbow candle made by the
Mother of my son’s friend, as well as
Pink roses from the front yard.

I burn the last of the
Four-roses incense procured from the
Rosicrucian Museum in
San Jose.

So much money rained down today,
Replenishing my bank account after
A long dry summer.
Venus Friday.

I was Isis on my wedding day:
Blue eyes and black hair enhanced with a
Clip-on ponytail, a steal
At twenty-seven dollars.

We made it look rich
Because we gave the photographer
The biggest share of our small fund.
He was a true artist.

Isis, all-purpose goddess
Of 10,000 names,
Syncretized with everyone in range.
To me she is the seventeen-year-old’s
Awakening.

The fertile field I found after
A lifetime of bitter atheism.
An oasis in Northern California.
Cleopatra wigs and kohl.

Isis the naked female form,
Mother Nature to the male brotherhoods,
So powerful you must only see her veiled.
Hen Kai Pan.

Isis, Auset, is
Easy for me.
Easier than the Iseum I joined
And abandoned.

Venus in Libra the
Strongest planet in my chart.
Pleasing is easy,
Beauty is my religion.

Venus the ruler of my South Node.
Another woman with the identical placement
Teaches body positivity by flaunting her
Zaftig ass on Instagram.

Easy, easy.
The reminder I need.
Auset, Auset,
It rained on her golden body all night.