Scientific explanations of how each instant is split
Into infinite variations,
Of the instantaneous chaos of action and reaction,
Keep me motionless.
So that I can only cover my one head with my two arms,
And tumble headlong and blockishly
From one moment to the next,
As if down a flight of stairs.
These days I follow astrology,
Wondrous signs and cycles.
Now is the time make travel plans.
This is a good year for work.
Mars is in Libra’s eighth house.
Saturn return will bring change
A language of women with soft voices and folded hands.
I seek contentment in the sigh of tides,
In meanings pinned to stars.
But now and again,
I still think of how a couple of rolled dice
Might have glowed like a constellation.
If I had, at just the right moment,
Taken one of my warm hands,
Squeezed one—or both—of yours,
And said something like (or perhaps exactly)
You know, I do love you…
But we’re off and away now,
Each soul-deep in a million new tangles,
The twistings of which