The planets and the Moon wander together

The planets and the Moon wander together
in the stars. I have quickly fallen asleep
in the early dusk, she seems to be the ether

that is the sky. I hear the spheres that step
toward the heaven and share the prophet's vision
of the Universe. The verses are what keeps

the system moving, love is the persuasion
of matter to the infinite. She moves her parts
in subtle dances, duplicates and recursions

furnish the space. The epicycles of her skirt
draw lines in the air, the gravity that tethers
her to this globe is mysterious. She is art

I cannot comprehend, she is turning weather
that nurtures plants and animals together.