Milky Way’s magnetic fields now open
to public viewing even on social media.
The teeming image lovely as a painting
but with more swirls than “The Starry Night”
so unsettling it twitches my nerves.

Confusion surpassing any freeway system
startled me—if stars got lost among
all the twists, turns and roundabouts
where would they go?

It’s not like when I get lost and finally
reach a gas station. Stars are out there
just shining their big hearts out—with
not so much as a kid’s lemonade stand.

My mind ill-equipped to fathom paths
I roam close, with no interfering—
no yelling or screeching brakes,
just easing aside as in aikido.