Poetry by Willie Smith
Get up. Go down
in the kitchen.
Leave off the light. Pour
and drink in dark water.
Return to drainboard glass.
Gaze out the window
over the sink at Jupiter
beside Antares – Rival of Mars,
Heart of the Scorpion. A red supergiant
about to explode. A giant planet
too tiny to ignite. Wonder, daydreaming
tonight, Jupiter blazing a dozen
times brighter than scarlet Antares
(a question of perspective),
where on what scale do these
my thoughts fit?