Mars loops wildly around the Sun,
cutting it’s wake as though it knows
that is named for a war god.
Mercury spins fierce, bobbing and dashing
like a hurricane rocket so close to it’s
radiant father that I cannot help but keep it’s driving foot
held firmly to the peddle.
Pluto, Icy orphan underworld god
lopes it’s circles lazily.
It does not care that we do not believe in it’s planethood
it knows that Time has always been on it’s side.
And Earth, center of the universe,
first place in arrogance
where the gods have only visited
swings like a metronome
keeping mortal time
and noticing nothing
of the circles that make up it’s universe.