Self Reflection + Growth

A Poem

by erin |

Something lovely for your Friday.

—

Maggie Dietz, “Pluto”
From That Kind of Happy

 

Pluto

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.

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