Zodiac

My Mercury is in Aquarius—
heaping quirky influence
on my thoughts with hilarious,

fluid continuance
since my Piscean birth.
It baffles me how stars

toy with the earth,
how bodies like Mars
hike our intensity

or offer subtle appeals
that defy our propensity
to dig in our heels.

Suddenly we move, shift—
pawns to cosmic energy
like asteroids adrift.

Quiet, clever synergy
gravitates to play-
ing matchmaker for fun,

while we like clay—
proud, resistant, spun,
and dizzy—can’t see the ends

prescribed by Fate
or how often it tends
us like hallowed freight.

We are star stuff.
Hit by Virgo,
feeling rough,

ergo
breathless,
slammed

and reckless,
refusing to be damned,
we leap and flounder

in the well-timed tide,
heaving ourselves aground or
reaching toward a guide.