Something lovely for your Friday.
Maggie Dietz, “Pluto”
From That Kind of Happy
Don’t feel small. We all have
been demoted. Go on being
moon or rock or orb, buoyant
and distant, smallest craft ball
at Vanevenhoven’s Hardware
spray-painted purple or day-glow
orange for a child’s elliptical vision
of fish line, cardboard and foam.
No spacecraft has touched you,
no flesh met the luster of your
heavenly body. Little cold one, blow
your horn. No matter what you are
planet, and something other than
planet, ancient but not “classical,”
the controversy over what to call you
light-hours from your ears. On Earth
we tend to nurture the diminutive,
root for the diminished. None
of your neighbors know your name.
Nothing has changed. If Charon’s
not your moon, who cares? She
remains unmoved, your companion.
p.s. Another lovely poem here.
I really love it. One of the best advices that I’ve ever received is no one can take away who you are from you.
This is SO lovely; thank you for including a poem!
I read it this morning and it was just so, so lovely.
So lovely! And love the poem.
it’s a new favorite!
Such a simple and lovely reminder to be yourself no matter what. Pluto is the perfect symbol of that. Thank you for sharing :)
you’re so welcome! :)
Do you have a link to that amazing solar model? I love it. And I love the poem!
it was a gift from bee’s uncle, but i think it’s this one!:
Beautiful! I loved reading this on today, of all days. It was just the boost I needed.
me too, naushin! :)
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