IT’S FIVE A.M.

I believe it’s Saturn’s glow
now coming through the trees.
But I don’t really know.
Perhaps it’s Venus, maybe Mars —
something very far!

Inspired but not educated in celestial affairs
I look upward every night
and early in the mornings
and I am moved by what I see.
Though I have learned that planets are not stars
it doesn’t matter much to me
for what I feel and see
is in the realm of inspiration — not delineation.
The heavens speak to those who comprehend
and map the space above.
But many of us quite ignorant
are moved by galaxies.
We marvel at the intricacies that lace our skies.

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