I caught a glimpse of you the other night
when the moon was out of town:
a faint fuzz of a cloud, like a floater
in my eye. They say your destiny –
contrary to your name – is slowly
drifting towards our Milky Way
and in time we will collide.
But don't put too much credence
to that prediction. With events
of this cosmic kind certainty is not
absolute. Besides, our encounter
is not for another four or five
billion years. That should be enough
time to put our affaires in order –
provided we do not procrastinate.
(The name Andromeda is Greelk and means "leader of men.")