rosalynn cimino

MISSING PLUTO

Crowing glory glory, we expected
to float back all together,

even raced to be first
to ford the asteroid riffle.

Like children reaching in glee
fingers and arms wide as

rice paddies, we embraced
the flood of song pouring in

like stardust off the tongues
of dancing galaxies- but we lost Pluto—

even before the chorus began;
before we could ask IAU to reconsider

what makes a planet; before we could
implore 134340 to bring its moon home,

to convince it that turning in a slow whirl
like a dervish around the sun

is better than flying wild with legs
clutching icy braids of comet tail.

But they don't hear us,
they're already three billion miles

gone and outside we notice
the stars have never been so bright.

rosalynn cimino writes as a way to celebrate her life in this golden age on this beautiful planet. As an avocational poet, she has three self-published collections: Inviting Calamity, Adriana's Passage, and Transit of Venus. She has taken every opportunity to inspire people to join in the poetic rabble, as it captures best the emotional/energetic geography of our times.