In the morning while the cats eat orchids
I’m petulant despite the calendar
springing. Saturn’s sextile’s jagged orbit
has me in a snit. What fierce caliber
must I inculcate so intentional
begin each day? Multi-dimensional
facets of myself call, in utter cheek
hiding among the calyxes cats seek
–what I insist is mine is torn from me–
and I’m assured, from these stars I can’t flee.
Just grin and bear it, stoic soldier, be
the calvary. Higher trajectory
the only aim, with each breath, steady on.
Seek calmness as each calloused piece of heart
exposes–all this weight so heavy on
the chains I must transmute for my new start.