I treated the Universe
As Cassandra was dealt with
Prophecies
Preceding eye-rolling
Although it has a track record
Of being right—the Universe—
All the time
I still chose to ignore warnings
***
How many times
Did It conspire
To break apart
A damned, doomed relationship?
But no
Although
I speak and understand the language
Of the Universe
I pretended that the words
“Run! “ or
“Stay put!”
Were gibberish
And I mentally ridiculed
The insistent Voice
***
Now I’m older and
Truly want advice
But the Universe has flung
Its starry hands
Out into the void
In frustration
I’m sure I hear it whispering
“You are too old to waste time on now”
***
Mom was going to name me Cassandra
But someone told her it was bad luck
Can’t see that Clarissa is any better
Did you ever read the epistolary tome
By Richardson
Titled “Clarissa”?
The book goes on and on
Until you wish Clarissa would just
Disappear or stop writing letters
The book doesn’t end well
***
Should have been more sympathetic to
The Universe
I can relate
Despite my name not being Cassandra
No one listens to me either
And some of my useful knowledge
Will be forever lost
***
But I’ll use the Universe
As a role model
Does the Universe complain
When no one cares?
Does the Universe eat chocolate
When others ignore It?
The Universe goes on and on
Despite the warnings of
Physicists, Astronomers, Mathematicians
Religious leaders and maybe even Astrologers
***
Survival, I’ve learned,
In spite of not making use of the insight
Starts with a thick skin
© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: CASSANDRA, Flower Garden of Kromeríz, Czech Republic
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