what is it that makes me
lie in the dark on a warm summer night
looking up with binoculars?
why do I feel happy when I see
a satellite, and another one, moving fast across the
stars, eternally falling through the night all alone?
occasional fast movements,
a falling star, glowing specks of dust
or a bright Iridium flare
when it gets even darker,
the black dotted canvas becomes
huge and deep and full of white dots
each one a star, all different,
some small, some huge, some old, some young,
citizens of a city of another kind
simple dots just at first glance.
places! clusters! brilliant clouds of light
different colors, not just white
I find that this one over there is actually
Saturn, sister world, rings, dozens of moons
and over there, Mars: close companions
what about that one? the larger stars have names,
Latin, Greek, Arabic, mysterious names,
some of which are familiar, and they are all out tonight
what is it that makes me
feel home among these places
that are so far away, further than we can imagine?
Arcturus, Wega, Spica,
Procyon, Sirius, Aldebaran,
Antares, Polaris, Deneb
and in some nights that are dark and clear
I find, southeast of Cassiopeia, the faint glow
of Andromeda, sister galaxy