by Rex PlombosteEach year a circuit round a yellow star,
a pirouette about the poles each day,
and each two million centuries or more
one stately wheelturn of the Milky Way.
That cloudy river in the sky, our galaxy,
through million-lightyear tracts of cosmic space
makes journey too, a vast trajectory,
and space itself expands in every place.
And while we take our turns through day and night,
and yearly roll around our star the sun —
sharing the Milky Way’s slow-wheeling flight,
sharing the cosmic inspiration —
towards what resting place, what destined end,
does our resultant spiral motion tend?