I did some calculations in my head:

Recognizing the sense of those approaching feet

The solemn presence of authority

Aha, that’s what it is

For the second time in my little life

Over my head, my solar crown

Comes Saturn.

 

When I bounced backwards into the world

Saturn was more or less out of sight:

It did not have much to say, along those 136 degrees distance.

But it crept onwards, hitting the hot-spots now and again

Big-time at 29 (ofcourse!) and 45 (ofcourse)

And all the hillocks and hummocks inbetween

Dawdling about, back and forth

Ensuring each trigger-point was fully activated

Each juncture and station properly visited.

 

I already sense its strictures, structures

As it marches onward;

The feeling of containment, rooting, edges.

And how every tick of the clock becomes a reverberating boom

Each one an indelible marker

With such gravity and implacable rhythm

Every cell, synapse, blink

Becomes entrained and resonant.