Saturn
“The moon.”
Is no longer a single mass.
In this never ending orbit.
If I looked at the time.
It would be midnight on earth.
Here, time is slow and heavy.
Moons laughing.
So we become a part of the cycle.
Tilting, unsettling.
Gravity within gravity.
A large planet.
I wish I could settle on some bench.
But no human things abound here.
So I am simply like an ant that got caught up in a wave.
Saturn’s rings.
You learn to stand and skate.
On a burning skating rink.
And pretend everything is normal.
But even the moons are trapped.
Gravity is stronger here.
Everything is stronger here.
Except my feet.
Which burn on Saturn’s rings.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2025
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