Chopin's Hands

Chopin’s Hands

Predicaments of the constellations.
The Big Dipper is never big enough.
The Little Dipper is always too small.
The Pleiades are bickering again.
Sagittarius keeps trying to shoot Cygnus. 
Orion is up to his belt in earth.
The North Star is bored, dreams of travel.
Someone botched Cassiopeia’s botox.
Virgo must be on Ozempic. 

Meanwhile, our planet drifts like a grain of pollen
In the narrow band in which life is possible,
Neither too cold nor, until now, too hot.
No wonder we’re always wondering
What all this — predicaments of the constellations,
Wars and strife here on earth — was for. 
I myself wonder if it was all for nothing
More than an excuse to fashion Chopin’s hands.