Beneath Polaris and the Plough
The way things look
And
How they really are
A million light years in between

Adrift in nebulae and swirl
And yet
Numbers for constellations
Names given to stars
All hung in my own stellar picture
Framed
By singular perspective

Who would gaze at me?
Satellite
In slow orbit of my own sun
Obeyer of physics
Captive of unseen pull
Consequence
Of unrelenting gravity
Me

Witness to the solar flare
The magic of the comet’s tale
Slowly turn
I watch the universal
Silent spin
Through this cosmic play eternal
The glow of distant suns
Some, so long ago
Their fire already gone