‹ Prequel: Sickness
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Planets
Mercury.
Venus.
Earth.
Mars.
Jupiter.
Saturn.
Uranus.
Neptune.
Pluto.
I was looking for these planets in the sky on the same night that the most amazing thing happened.
Only, I didn’t know it happened until a few weeks later.
I was having a conversation with Ana one night. I was helping her look through my telescope so that she could find Saturn. Astronomers all over the world new that it was going to be very bright for a few days,
“Is that Saturn?”
“No, that one of the stars of Orion. Look for an oval shaped disc.”
“Is that it?”
“Yes, that’s it. Isn’t beautiful?”
“Yeah, I could write a poem about this night.”
“Really, how would it go?”
Ana thought for a minute, and then started reciting her impromptu poem.
“Circling round at the speed of light,
The god of Harvest comes to me.
Heavenly is He, in the night,
Conceives a life that’s soon to be.”
All the while, I just stood there, wondering what that poem meant.
“Now you have to figure out what I’m trying to say, “ Ana said with a small smile. She then glided away from the telescope and into our bedroom, leaving me outside on the balcony.
“Circling round at the speed of light.”
Well, that means Saturn’s rings. She’s talking about looking at Saturn.
“The god of Harvest comes to me.”
Again, Saturn. But Saturn didn’t come to her, she found it.
“Heavenly is He, in the night.”
Saturn’s beautiful, obviously. But she refers to Saturn as a person, not “it.”
“Conceives a life that’s soon to be.”
This I don’t get. At all.
Saturn can’t conceive life, it’s a planet.
Wait.
Conceive life, that means…making love.
Heavenly is He, could mean me making love to her.
Which means that I am the god of Harvest.
This isn’t about Saturn at all. She used the planet as symbol.
Dear God.
I am going to be a father.
“Ana!” I yell running into the bedroom, “Is it true? Are we having a baby?”
She looks up from the book she’s reading, and puts it down. Her eyes are glistening.
She nods.
“I only found out today. I was waiting for the right way to tell you.”
“Oh my God…” I breathe with a smile.
I walk over to her and hold her in my arms. She’s crying now.
“I have wanted this my whole life,” she whispers.
“Shh…” I say.
Then we kiss. I feel spectacular. Almost like the day when Rose told me she loved me.
“This has got to be one of the best days of my life,” I say lying her down.
That sentence is the last thing we both hear before we fall asleep together, in each other’s arms.
Venus.
Earth.
Mars.
Jupiter.
Saturn.
Uranus.
Neptune.
Pluto.
I was looking for these planets in the sky on the same night that the most amazing thing happened.
Only, I didn’t know it happened until a few weeks later.
I was having a conversation with Ana one night. I was helping her look through my telescope so that she could find Saturn. Astronomers all over the world new that it was going to be very bright for a few days,
“Is that Saturn?”
“No, that one of the stars of Orion. Look for an oval shaped disc.”
“Is that it?”
“Yes, that’s it. Isn’t beautiful?”
“Yeah, I could write a poem about this night.”
“Really, how would it go?”
Ana thought for a minute, and then started reciting her impromptu poem.
“Circling round at the speed of light,
The god of Harvest comes to me.
Heavenly is He, in the night,
Conceives a life that’s soon to be.”
All the while, I just stood there, wondering what that poem meant.
“Now you have to figure out what I’m trying to say, “ Ana said with a small smile. She then glided away from the telescope and into our bedroom, leaving me outside on the balcony.
“Circling round at the speed of light.”
Well, that means Saturn’s rings. She’s talking about looking at Saturn.
“The god of Harvest comes to me.”
Again, Saturn. But Saturn didn’t come to her, she found it.
“Heavenly is He, in the night.”
Saturn’s beautiful, obviously. But she refers to Saturn as a person, not “it.”
“Conceives a life that’s soon to be.”
This I don’t get. At all.
Saturn can’t conceive life, it’s a planet.
Wait.
Conceive life, that means…making love.
Heavenly is He, could mean me making love to her.
Which means that I am the god of Harvest.
This isn’t about Saturn at all. She used the planet as symbol.
Dear God.
I am going to be a father.
“Ana!” I yell running into the bedroom, “Is it true? Are we having a baby?”
She looks up from the book she’s reading, and puts it down. Her eyes are glistening.
She nods.
“I only found out today. I was waiting for the right way to tell you.”
“Oh my God…” I breathe with a smile.
I walk over to her and hold her in my arms. She’s crying now.
“I have wanted this my whole life,” she whispers.
“Shh…” I say.
Then we kiss. I feel spectacular. Almost like the day when Rose told me she loved me.
“This has got to be one of the best days of my life,” I say lying her down.
That sentence is the last thing we both hear before we fall asleep together, in each other’s arms.