Plunge

Swan dive into cold:
last picture of the giant
as it subsumes you.

The Bringer of Old Age

The street astronomer’s telescope
points out over the harbor
at a dot of light
no one noticed.

He’s offering a view
–donations accepted–
of the one still thing
in this night.

I’ll have a look
though I already know what I’ll see.

I’ll only get so many views

so I wait my turn

as boats click against docks
and young adults stream out of the bars

and sneak one more brief peek.

Imagine the view

Imagine the view
first time the sub surfaces:
I call periscope.

“gray-hair’d Saturn, quiet as a stone”

 

“Far from the fiery noon, and eve’s one star,

Sat gray-hair’d Saturn, quiet as a stone”

–From John Keats, “Hyperion” 

Crescent Tethys beneath Saturn’s rings

  

Shadows seem to have their place

Shadows seem to have their place
beneath my trees and out in space

I would go there just to see
a shadow same as beneath my tree

stretched thin across another world
gray and black horizontal hold.

Two paths to beauty

Two paths to beauty
Voyager had to choose one
so Pluto waited.