ON SEEING JUPITER 26 9 22
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.