Poetry

Astrology

I attended his lecture
    afraid of the heavens;
        suspicious that Father Sky
            cannot shield Mother Earth.

I raised my hand
    and gave some pause;
        my anxiety swelled as
            I braced for impact.

He said past me,
    “All signs point to
        us being a flash
            in the pan—

            Humanity
            is frail and the
            stars are not immortal.
            Only time waxes forever.
            Only energy is eternal.”

I took my leave
    looking up at the morning;
        asteroids shine no light,
            nature gives no warning.