the most beautiful thing: jupiter taunting
Maybe it is not a taunting, this bright waving hand in the sky. Left of the moon. North of the girl. Straight home ’til morrow. Maybe it is not waiting, this hovering being hanging low enough to see. Higher than the wishes. Just below the end. And maybe it is not you, a wrath from the past entering my orbit. Faster than I would have imagined. Never fast enough. Maybe it is simply Jupiter and maybe it is just where it needs to be given all the other bodies around it. Maybe. And maybe it is not taunting me. Maybe it is simply beautiful for its own sake.
Photo by Voyager featured at Astronomy Picture of the Day.
the most beautiful thing 