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.