Triskele

I'll stand no matter where you throw me.
My hair contains a triple spiral.
I've pulled an entire planet around

The local star fully three times now
Since taking my first breath on my own.
My life replaces the whole island

Of Sicily, where my parents might
Have gone before me, had I not thrown
The bones three times to yield my own sign,

Compound of Man, Church, and Castrexa,
The triple helix my father turned
For me on the lathe of the long odds,

Mystery cult of amazed parents,
Both of them knowing there is no maze
Or labyrinth like me, blue brae, brave.