Jupiter with its boundless grace

reaches out tonight on a cold sweeping ellipse

and I see its pinprick face with supporting actors

stuck in some catastrophic race for arrival

emblazoned on a velvet curtain

closer tonight on its visit from outer space,

like any thespian it senses its moment,

the spotlight of our life - giving sun reveals it. 

 

From some haunted vault on an open plain

through glass there are men who know her habits

its massive turbulence, frightful fretting,

the cold shoulder of its surface,  reach out

clutching at straws of understanding. 

But it is we on the beautiful Earth who are fracturing

and though we live with greatness

our wonder is simply the fear of being alone.