And so on the blank black canvas
there you stare down at we who
believe we have created you!
How brazen your light tonight!
I keep glancing up, take my eyes
off the road, admiring you and
your flashy - though small - acolyte.
I'm no astronomer, I'm sure it
has a name. What strikes me
is how small it looks, tailing you,
though being a star it's probably
giant to your satellite smallness.
The artist who did place it just
at that distance and angle perhaps
also imagined a creature looking up
with acute vision, an artful knowledge,
watching this faithful companion or poet
recording your brightest reflections.