- written during Hurricane Iselle -
I paid my hundred bucks. They promptly
forwarded my natal chart.
For months I had been down and dumpy.
Life: a wheeling rusty, bumpy
cart!
“You need to mind your rising sign;
to not do so would not be smart!”
A winsome maiden most divine
named Virgo – I could call her mine.
We’d never part!
They listed out my planets, then,
arranged upon the starry mart.
“Your sun is out in Leo’s den.
It puts existence in your ken!”
I felt like Jean Paul Sartre!
“Your Jupiter in Gemini
suggests that you’ll find wit and art
to judge with a discerning eye
and see Life through each by and by.”
That is to say, through each false start!
“Now look to the celestial Rhein.
From house to house your planets dart!
Your moon is lodged at Number 9.”
And on it shines as I refine
the words and dreams that fill this human heart.