Last Star I See Tonight

Standing at a crossroad,

she tucked a wayward 

strand of soft silky hair

behind her porcelain ear

as the Winds of Motion

whipped at her temple

and wound her skirts tight

around her body

Knowing, 

every intersection

contains every moment

She waited for the signs

Lips now ripe

from worrying her teeth over them

still she stood

as if immobility would 

delay the inevitable Choices

that would change 

the cartography of the course 

soon to be charted before her

Knowing, 

every intersection

contains every moment

She waited for the signs

For even if her eyes could see 

the multitudes of gossamer threads

weaving Time in Motion

in all their ubiquitous majesty,

how could she delineate

that which would lead her

where she most wanted to be

and if she could track the right line

would she be allowed to make the jump

Knowing, 

every intersection

contains every moment

She waited for the signs

She knew the rules

few that they are at these junctions

as one must choose not at random

nor with intentional oscillations imposed

rather, in alignment with prior choices

the chooser’s prior choices 

and the prior choices of others they are journeying with

thus preserving consolidation and conservation of energies

maintaining structures of function

allowing realities to substantiate Realty

Knowing, 

every intersection

contains every moment

She waited for the signs

It was capitulated to be possible even by homogenized cynics of holograms

that coincidences light the way

for those seeking to create their own miracles

for those wanting to merge their existence 

with the timeline of their other selves

and the place where dreams come true

Knowing, 

every intersection

contains every moment

She waited for the signs

Training her eyes

to locate he whose song played in her heart; 

he whose soul called and answered to her soul

assiduously discerning which where

yes, which where 

he chose her as she chose him

with hearts open to love

minds open to trust

bodies fitting perfectly

life unfolding in boundless bliss

Knowing, 

every intersection

contains every moment

She waited for the signs

Until the last star she saw that night 

had him crossing to meet her where she stood and then they were one.