CONFLUENCE

So we’re told, by those who hold
The view, that earthly strings
Will overpower the pull of love
On all celestial things-
But, by some paradox, around the equinox,
No power in the stars
Could prevent the confluence
Of Mercury, Uranus and Mars.
 
For Mercury, of fire born-
Quicksilver, much maligned-
Uranus, so distant,
Was the last to be aligned-
Now, in Mars, this triad of stars
Has found its human face:
The pull of love, that once seemed faint,
Has drawn them to this place…
 
As Jupiter and Venus watched
The tiny stars at play,
And Pluto drew on love
So far away…
I found, beyond the influence
Of slabs of Hershey bars,
The meaning of this confluence
Of Mercury, Uranus and Mars...