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The angels dancing on the pin’s head,
the UFO glittering in the night,
the aura left after he has gone -
all of them in my mind, except
that faint red dwarf that flashes
overhead when I am boiling a kettle
or making the bed, invisible
to the naked eye, but I know it is there
tugging the sun, six light years away,
racing to make its trajectory -
the one thing I know will last.
Even now in an observatory
on some windswept hill, a man gazes
through a telescope so big it grazes
the clouds, and sights it: a ball
of hydrogen and helium: an explanation.
From Ambit No 168 (2002)