The Study of Golf

The way the white ball spins

and leaves its speckles

in the dew on the blades 

of grass; tells me

the shooting stars sprinkle 

their dust on planetary systems

and then collide 

in nebulae– 

black holes.

Twenty feet away from the hole

I am putting for birdie.

The system is 

a grandfather clock. 

The ball rolls and bounces,

it kicks up water drops,

trickling towards the hole

on a perfect line and pace.