Celestial Justice

I’ve never known how to map

The constellations

I’ve only known how to get lost

In the beauty of the stars

Patterned against

Their deep backdrop

I only know I am made

Of the same celestial stuff

I slid into the world

At the beginning of Libra season

In the Tropical tradition

1996, Boston

I am full of air and fire

Easily enraged

By injustice

Too stuck in my mind

I fly above a great expanse

To find romance in anything

Reality plunges me down

In the night

Where every whisper

Is a loud confession

To our shared guilt

Always waiting

For the stars

To come down

And save us

The stars have saved many

Never by a wish

Always by a will

The most fantastical

Reality appears

By knowledge of

Celestial cartography

Folktales

The magic in every eye

Accomplished

When it is time