It wonders me, that in this different time
Even now, we steer our lives by constellations.
We’ve unlearned all reliance on fixture.
A viewpoint is one viewpoint; nothing stands,
All things dance, we’ve learnt: nothing is still,
All’s maybes, quarks, foxtrots, waves and strings:
Uncertainty is certain. And yet by this,
We two can guide our lives in destination.
We guide ourselves, as though geometry
Were compass-north, the cardinal points
Determinate. We seek such clarity
That a figment of a line can in truth be
An horizon. And so we dance, by stars:
As sure as love must turn upon its axis,
As ships drift to the stars, on ancient seas.
Nothing is ever certain in life, not in this universe. But we can try to be true.