Even the Babylonians could predict them:
Gatherings of planets, ominous alignments.
Orbital mechanics, a game of perspective, we'd say.
Pebbles following their eternal, predictable path.

Yet some conjunctions speak of bigger misteries,
Follow unfathomable laws.
Our gazes meet again, over half-full glasses. Unforeseen?
The regularity of those skipped beats, though,
sounds like clockwork hidden in thick cloth:

Unmoved mover. maya.
The veil is too heavy.
Four hands are needed to lift it.