The Wand

I am buoyant in the wonder:
Can they not see the faces
Chiselled
In the low-lying constellations
Hovering over both of them
Like dizzy artists on ice?
I watch as the stars suck on
Green bottles, sip Vodka martinis
& fond over each other like
A thousand Hollywood muses
Crowded into a W. Hollywood
Apartment; as Orion as he
Draws another whaft f/ a
Half-smoked Havana & as
Delphinus winks across the sky
At Hydra, though she's looking
Passed the Dolphin & dreaming
Casually at the Lyre.
These are the towering spectators
& the calculus of their culture
Will mediate the events that caper
Before me;
I want to know what's it all about…
Lepus laughs a tad &
Taurus said, "I'll raise my glass
To that…"
Not a moment left to doubt,
I looked to see if the race had
Fizzled out, but sure enough
In the pale arena there was
Treasure, still ahead, w/ the slight
Leaning to the left…
Suddenly a shock:
Before I could retract my words
The windows locked.
Trailing: 1-2-3-4 o' clock…
Lightning speed,
We were off, & like a cosmic
Astronaut, I was in worship of the
Breath of colours spiraling down
Into unknown masses, ready to be
Born.
I glanced behind me one more time:
Phoenix' wings are spread,
Horologium looks straight ahead:
The clock is turning 8-9-10-11-12-13...