The motion of stars in their celestial path
is predicted with precise unswerving math
measured by degrees in calculus tables
melding dream and drama in concrete fables
of the heavens’ future course for all to see
foretold in the science of what is to be.
The motion of drugs in people all unique
bodies and minds of differed past and physique
is charted in models that plot in general
the same results with power ephemeral
we are not like snowflakes but cut from one mold
even fingerprints are creases to unfold.
The motion of dollars in circulation
wealth of nations and homes is permutation
fits economists’ outlook enough to state
that the bottom line of everything is fate
and the Tao of modern life is found in Dow
before altars of commerce we all now bow.
The motion of the heart, though, is a curved road
it rests and rises in our deepest abode
with its own reason and rhyme and metered time
machines and money and medicine are mime
but love is not fated as it surges life
holding stars in place as we celebrate strife.