As the temperamental moon squares
mischievous Mercury
and the swift-orbiting

planet enters your first house
(of self-identity), you will crave
the freedom

to fly.

I dust off my feathers,
do 8 sets of 12 reps
of lateral wing exercises

on each side,
check the weather app
for wind conditions.

Beware the flames
of your own arrow, Sag.
The duel could be lethal.

Before I finish
preparing for flight,

I release

my guardian angel
from the cedar
closet in the attic,

my duende
from the cage
beneath the cellar stairs.

While I search
for the perfect perch
for take-off,

they step into the alley,
bump fists, remove gloves,
here we go.