Horoscope

If I gave credence to that aerial stuff
I'd blame a misalignment in the stars,
embattled planets which can't get enough
of strife - old stories: Venus spurning Mars,

old gods still rolling dice, still flashing sparks
of lightening, to split my grounded life
from branch to root, to blacken with dark
stains of severence, more sudden than a knife.

I half imagine bad things come in threes
and fate is ruled by 'houses' in the sky,
but strive to hear the voice which still believes
that I can change my future if I try,

I'll banish night, defy the horoscope
and watch the morning star align with hope.