poem

Mercury,the child who never strays too far from home,is less alone than others in the sky,its little orbit eagerly obeyedas it hugs the solar rim and stayswhere time contols the motions of its coreand shields it from the vacancy of space.


Venus,red and beautiful,won't look into the mirror of its sun,inflamed with cosmic passionand begun along a pathit runs impressed by the mere existencethat its luxury has won.
Earth,a terra firma terrified by lonelinesswhere the emptiness of billions congregateon green and blueand prove themselves condemned:destroyed by flood and fire they emigrate to spaceand look for answers in its waste.Marsis martial and morose,inclined to war and opposition,inclined to jealousy, division,and impassive to the lives of others:the planets keep their distance.

Jupiter,a comet now and then disturbs the silence of its sleepas it creeps along a compass-path to Earthand the sentence that it passesis final and complete.Saturn,ringed around with rock,can tilt about its axis according to its moodsbut never finds a face it likes to keepand so is always almost deepand indecisive.

Uranus,the moody emperor of anything it seeks to claim,its moons will circumnavigate aroundthe chain of gravitythat compliments its frame.

Neptune,blank and blue,its ocean-coloured continents collide around the blackened rims of space,its face is one of calm contentand authorized commandwhile the hand of Fate is never very far away.Pluto hides from lightand is a nomad at the edge of sight,forgotten by itself,the outlaw of the nightas it skulks along the fringes of our spacepatrolling where its orbit leaves no trace.