2015 -- 8.1 (Fall) Poetry

Oh Jupiter.

by Brandon Henry

Gargantuan gassy globe,
Like a Cyclopes,
Ever staring into the
Deep vast expanse of the universe.

With a large red eye,
Violent anticyclonic storms,
Churning the atmosphere
Like butter for at least 400 years.

I get a glimpse of you and your
Four largest children,
Lo, Europa, Ganymede, and Callisto,
Appearing as an olive on a tooth pick,
Bathing in a martini.

While gazing through his larger
Galileo discovered you,
From your light,
But Simon named you.

Shining brighter than the nearest star,
365 million miles away,
Makes you seem not so far.

Come next year,
Will be paying you a visit.

Once she is gone,
You will remain alone.
Forever soaking in the black void

You will stay there,
But I will continue
To watch you from here!