Asteroidea

Starfish gaze into the Infinite

and

Come across a reflection of

themselves

Some trade tidepools

for vast Nebulas

so distant

they might as well not exist

Perhaps they know something we don’t,

Maybe it’s not for them to say.

In the shallows tucked against the driftwood

they gather in reverence of sun bleached children,

Whom fashion crowns of kelp fit for

Those that came before kings and queens

The Observer tacitly takes notes

and simply listens

As an observer is wont to do

While Neptune accepts these stars

with naught but silent grace

that is often overlooked

though never unrequited.