Heavens to Betsy
she focused her finder scope on Alnitak,
the left-most star in Orion’s belt,
then slewed South and a bit to the side,
finding the Flame Nebula easily, but straining to see
the Horsehead Nebula
her friend Steven thought the so-called “Orion Nebula”
was the only object of interest in the constellation,
but Betsy considered it old hat–
beautiful, but boring, which is also
how she saw herself
She added her H-Beta filter to her eyepiece
and she zeroed in on the Horsehead–
there it was, faint even in her 14-inch Newtonian
Betsy stepped back and let Steven
have a look, telling him about
averted vision and how to relax his eye
Steven said he thought he might have seen
something, but he was obviously
As the night drew on, she showed him a few galaxies, globular clusters,
and double stars, but her heart wasn’t in it
yes, she thought, space is cold and distant
but this hillside in West Virginia is no
I like this a lot! The vocabulary of astronomy lends itself so well to the human condition, and you do good work with it!
Thank you, Bernard! I agree about the vocabulary of astronomy–our connection with the stars begins in our every atom.
This is a great idea for a poem and you’ve executed it well.
Thank you, Linda, for your kind and encouraging comment!