In Retrograde

Like Jupiter, I am now poised, stationary,

beginning my retrograde motion back in time.

That king planet’s eastern journey turns west.

Or so it appears. I’m reverse orbiting,

hoping to undo some things done counterclockwise.



On this moveable feast day of palms

the waxing gibbous Moon close to Jupiter,

the brightest object backlighting a palm branch,

symbol of triumph and victory, and then

of triumph over death, eternity on view

on a  backdrop of stars moving westward.