Once Wil and I saw Saturn.
Way up high in Flagstaff, snow dusting the ground.
Air thin, lungs working.
The sky was very clear there, such high altitude.
When we got out of the car to run like puppies,
We laughed and marveled, breathing hard.
Then we hiked, up to the top of a gentle hill
to a small observatory,
dark night, clear sky.
We walked up some flights of steps and stood in line
to look into a telescope
large as a building.
I pressed my face close to peer through the lens,
small in front of such a large machine.
And there was Saturn,
no bigger than a pea,
tiny, with it’s little rings,
Like a little drawing,
a doodle by a thoughtful hand.
And the stars shone bright in the sky,
crystals, against inky black,
Thank you for listening,