Of course -
it's easy to see them:
sitting solitary naked
in the night sand dunes
with the silence of millennia past
and future -
unspoiled by iPods, or Edisons's inventions. Three specks of light in Orion's belt, one not a star at all but a gas cloud far away then Betelgeuse and Bellatrix standing guard above; Rigel at the base and Sirius off to lower left
with Aldebaran overlooking all; rubbing shoulders with Hyades and the magical mystical group Pleiades.
What were they called in times long past, I wonder, when men and minds had more time to ponder.
Tammuz to the Chaldeans; for the Syrians, Al Jabbar. Ancient Egyptians knew him as Sahu, soul of Osiris – but it is from the Greeks that we know him as Orion, the great hunter, accidentally killed by his lover Artemis; goddess of the
Night sky. Inconsolable in her grief she placed his body with his faithful hounds Canis Major and Canis Minor - in the eternal sky for all to see and remember that a wilful, accidental arrow can destroy even the strongest of loves or lovers.
Who knows what the ancient Australians called him. Today they are a prosaic house-hold utensil, a pot, the big dipper; perhaps reflecting the hardships of pioneer housewives to find food, sustenance, water -
make do with whatever at hand
in a vast, dry, and unforgiving land.