She tracks an Orbit

Light years from you and me, her eye to a telescope,

she tracks an orbit and discovers a spiral galaxy.

We are going round in circles, so she begins

to determine the mass of objects, their weight

in relation to one another, while I see Mount

Clara, clear water and rocks full of gems.

Adaptive optics, and see her waterfall

a white arrow laser shower, chased by

jumping lunchtime boys arching their toes

over slated ledges. Her eye to a telescope,

she may imagine quiet on a lagoon's rocky bank,

a stormy energetic stem of a cliff

and warmer waters in shallow gentle edges.

She may see the shade, swim through the blind,

dip under thunder to cave, rest on the wet

shelf of sofa rock and watch the light come in.

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