It does so little good
to wonder why things are not
as you wish
as they should be
as they seem to me
as they once were.
Things always are,
neither more nor less
and even Humpty Dumpty
understood this before
he leapt from the wall
in utter frustration
at the status quo.
Each night I stare up at the sky, scanning
for the one star that is there solely
to answer whatever entreaties I choose to make.
It is said that we each have a lucky star,
but perhaps, given the ever-expanding population
of the world, mine is just too dim to see
from the city in which I live, or perhaps,
I simply haven’t found it, and addressing
someone else’s star brings you nothing,
not even thanks from the lucky soul
who won the big lottery last week
all at my urging, I mean how could I know
it was their star I addressed with my request,
it isn’t like they wear name tags after all.
Still, I don’t give up trying, though
I often swear that Orion and Cassiopeia
spend a portion of every evening together
just laughing their celestial asses off at me.
We have said before
we gods wish that you
would simply pay close attention
and get the matter right.
When will you understand
all we want,
all we will accept is