Aging in Space
We begin as Pluto
and through a quick orbit,
morph
to be the sun,
the center
of our very own
universe.
Inevitably
our prosper
comes to a
halt: no planets left
to exceed,
you’re the best you
you can be…
alone.
We must demote
ourselves
a few planet sizes
until our head is
an earthly shape once more—
a small step down
only to allow someone
else to earn the title of
our moon:
a rock to correct
our waves,
to support our currents.
If this title be mistakenly
given to a fleeting meteorite
we might quickly dwindle
back to a tiny
Pluto shell;
Forced to start over
until you can reshoot
eye catching rays
and chip away
to reveal
a green and blue sphere
hoping to find your moon.
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I really enjoyed the extended metaphor! Especially the line “We must demote / ourselves / a few planet sizes”