Destination

 

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. 

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