Like Planets

by Iris Rifkin-Gainer

When the news is good
joys rise up like planets in my breasts
I travel with the stars whirling, whirring
a figurehead with tousled, sculpted curls
among the waves

Waves, stars ~  it is all one in these travels
Good fortune, health, memories, loves
tossed in constellations, sparkling like the days
a dipper filled with water from the spring
recalls