firecat

Here's my attempt:

Under a certain little star

my apologies to chance for calling it necessity.
my apologies to necessity if i'm mistaken, after all.
hope happiness won't be angry that i take it as my own.
may the dead forget that they scarcely smolder in my memory.
i apologize to time for the quantity of world overlooked per second.
i apologize to old loves for treating the new as the first.
forgive me, far-off wars, for bringing flowers home.
forgive me, open wounds, for pricking my finger.
i apologize for the minuet record, to those crying out from the abyss.
i apologize to people in railway stations for sleeping at 5 in the morning.
pardon me, hounded hope, for laughing now and then.
pardon me, deserts, for not rushing in with a spoonful of water.
and you, o hawk, unchanging year after year, always in the same cage,
forever staring motionless at the same spot,
forgive me, even if you turn out to be stuffed.
my apologies to the felled tree for the four table legs.
my apologies to big questions for small answers.
truth, do not pay me too much attention.
solemnity, be magnanimous toward me.
bear with me, o mystery of being, as i pluck threads from your train.
soul, don't blame me that i've got you so rarely.
i apologize to everything that i can't be everywhere at once.
i apologize to everyone that i can't be every man and woman.
i know that while i live nothing can justify me,
since i myself am my obstacle.
don't bear me ill will, speech, that i borrow weighty words
and then labor to make them seem light.