Assumption

fate
is a product of the sky
on some distant black night
in which we squint at the stars
and follow them sunwise
to planetfall

rising
or falling
destiny will leave us
between the sun and moon
and the stars possessed
of eyes and intellect
will watch us
on the circle of our going
our inescapable rotation
in the grand scheme
of things

neither
love nor hate configure
our elliptical orbit into tomorrow
as it crosses the inscrutable void
no matter how much we expect
the next day to dawn
intact immutable
energised
with the same feelings
that rage
inside

we
carry on
scattering
in every direction
confused by a past
already dissipated
like wasted breath
by futures
already breathless
and silent while
what has been and
what is to come
balance life
with death
balance now
with always

© BH, 2019

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Following on from Perihelion, published on Poetry24, this poem pursues the orbital theme beyond seasonality and inescapable cosmic forces. This one is a more of a Zen conclusion. One hand clapping (or otherwise slapping the cheeks of us overweening humans.) As I said, the cosmos has it about right in my estimation.

By the way, the thrilogy is Perihelion | Orbituary | Assumption…