Diane Wakoski





In This Galaxy

I looked for
a man who knew the temperatures
of stars;    one
who
could draw rings around Saturn with a fine pen
and would sleep with me
as if a shower of meteors was a common occurrence
around the bed each night.

But love
and science — they are both gambles;
and if you try to win
the sun’s light,
                      you must be prepared also
to lose every
                    day.