During the disquieting nights of a pandemic,
we watched you for months grow ever closer
until your conjunction near Christmas.
Jupiter and Saturn, we know you are soulless planets
and that you are truly millions of miles apart,
but it’s been centuries
since we last saw your celestial dance.
Can we be forgiven our fancy?  

And a year and half later,
I see you both in the dim daylight
of the sun rising below you.
I am on the way to surgery.
I dream your faces turn toward me.
It is spring now with a break
between waves of COVID.
In your comings and leavings,
we have always looked
for signs and projections
as day melts you into the invisible.