Some days Dilemma calls on him.
It points at books of Physics, Maths.
And then at those Astrology.
It asks him how he marries both.
He shrugs and says with tempered pride:
“It keeps me humble. Keeps me safe.
Prevents my falling into traps
Of thinking Physics knows it all.
It gives me what my Math does not:
A margin to appreciate
Unknown unknowns that move our lives.”
Dilemma sees his point and nods.
It sees his desk, his smile on face:
His planets playing House on charts
While Hubble stares at finite space.