Juliet Marlowe

ASTROLOGY                                                                        

I’ve spent years wandering

and now you want to show me

astrological cartography. This kind of map,

so foreign to me. So far-fetched.

How could stars show us the way?

I remember reading once that desire

meant waiting for what the stars will bring.

But long ago I learned

a hard path, a wariness of longing.

Now glimmers of light flash

In a dark sky. For years

a restlessness has driven me.

I’ve sought out far corners

of Earth, vast burnt deserts,

tall forests, high mountains and

Blue seas with white-crested waves

breaking over lava rocks onto

golden sand. I returned

to dark skyscrapers and

the drowning noise of cities.

I heard rumors of torture and

injustice, and the steady whir of

money being made. I turned

and came back to the mountains

of my birth. Here I find you

Telling me now to consult the stars.

You say the skies gave you direction.

But how from all that randomness

can you believe there might be

a pattern, for you, for me? My birth

time seems a strange portal for

a link to infinity, to space.

I so want to take your hand,

have you show me a way.

If I turn to you, will you be there

to meet me? A sky with stars

swirling away to the infinite,

the void, all that

forever and space.

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