The wet crackling of steady rain keeps me awake
No it's my brain that doesn't go to sleep
Even though it is only thinking about Saturn
Imagining living on one of its moons
Or a floating city in its atmosphere
If my brain chooses not to rest
I know Saturn will arrive in my room
Hovering and spinning with spread rings
A kid would know if rain keeps Saturn away
But I'm just left to wonder and wait
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
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