Omens

don’t start the day

with omens

I don’t want to know

that storms are coming

what have I done

to deserve 

the clouds 

and their black wrath

except to love

the godforsaken stars

where they tumble

and hang 

in their high places

distant in the void 

as far above me 

as the years 

of traveling

light

can make them 

in my sight