At this hour Saturn hangs
Left of Corvus, center stage
Just above the tree tops in the cold southeastern sky.
Innocent enough: A pretty little planet.
Why would the ancients have him eat his children?
And why the pull, the heavy weight he hauls
Across the sky, dragging with him
His dreadful mission along with
My good mood?
Mood, of course, is nonsense, we all know.
Nothing more than clouds, that come and go.
Still, for the minute while were in it, moods can rule
And working out of one that’s settled in takes skill.
Saturn feared his children would depose him, so it’s said.
And his unease, so wrongly placed, has dragged me out of bed.
the loneliest moment
Of course we imagine
A welcoming God.
Look at the stars.
Out there just now
In the southeast view
Where Altair the eagle flew
Light years ago
And still is bright, as birds
Begin their morning song.
When we close our eyes
That final time and plunge
Down into endlessness
I wonder who will greet us?
Say our name and tell us
Where to go?
the thought i do not want to see
Keeps me awake and
Terrifies my dreams and
Leads me down no-destination roads and
Winds me up till I can speak of nothing
That does not have it at its core.
Let’s play a little game
Let’s pretend we have not heard its name before.
We’ll look at other things.
This red tomato I just picked, these eggs.
My resolution doesn’t last.
Everything reminds me of its future past.