Uranus poised at 90°

trigger of surprise

focussed on one fated spot

for one laser-like instant, in passing

and the Earth rumbles in it’s pits

fracturing the subterranean depths of matter and mind 

eliciting, orchestrating

upheavals and eruptions

that spew out the detritus

of the psyche’s excess

regardless of consequences

- the trail of wreckage in it’s wake.

 

That is not it’s department.

 

And anyway, the micro-cosmos

is only one facet of its relationships:

it had assignments with the dark lady of Below.

And between them

- storms of passion and power interweave

rampaging across the galaxies rim of no return

 the law of Karma, not of Grace, their medium

electrifying, inspiring, charging, magnetizing

each other’s ice-hot furnaces/steely purposes/molten cores

in an unforgiving cacophony of collisions and consummations

tantalizing glories, warring furies

pursuing each other remorselessly along their space-time tracks

with us - poor Earth and earthlings - tormented in between

riven, shriven, irradiated

flashing with bolts of ecstasy or horror

as they expiate their destiny, fulfil their purposes

scornful of public opinion, scornful of us

even though we must also simmer and seethe

 writhe and leap in unison, resonance

merciless response.

 

 

 

1988