Opposition

It is in opposition that you suspend between Helios and Jupiter

Lying low in the solar dust kicked up by Helios and his magnetic pulses

Spat out and orbited around into a

A giant cinnamon twist

To my back, your warmth slowly fades

As you drops below blankets of stardust

that cast a rosy light into the night

A fruitful spatial delight

As I lay back, you rise in white

Then you magically morph

Into shades of yellow and gold

By the time you reach the universal roof

You have transformed into a silvery strawberry

pancake that one can see at breakfast time

Natives from across the land gather crates

and baskets weaved with straw

They plan for harvest in morning to pluck the red berry

that waits with morning dew and drizzly fog beading on the green leaves

of the crop

Once a year in June you have a chance to presume

you have a place in space

To steal the light from other planetary delights

Even Jupiter in all his circular might

Entices you with layers of promise that you

Can’t escape…

You float to him

Blushing and blooming

With a celestial desire

To be the most adorned body

In the sky