Transit of Venus
He
waits and watches carefully
Afraid
to gaze too directly
At
what he wishes most to see
For
seeming hours-long periods which last but minutes
Terrified
that he may miss the moment
When
the smallest crescent of black
Floods
the lens and resolves itself
Into
the small complete spot
The
dot of a distant planet at the very edge of vision
Left
to right slow moving
Forging
a steady path
Traversing
the fiercely-blazing
Massive
backdrop of the blinding solar orb
Light-pulsing
energy
A hot
star burning persistent
At
astronomic distance from his naked eye
It is
only a matter of seconds
Through
a particular conjunction
Of
elliptical trajectories
And specific
circumstances
That
she arrives where she does
At
these exact co-ordinates
So
that he might have the chance
To
stare openly at her distant unclothed body
Across
the cold expanse of dark empty sky
Although
his voyeuristic act of observation
Means
nothing to her
And
is of no consequence
And
as he bends again towards the eyepiece
Of
the solar-focused telescope
To
follow the heavenly path
And
marvel at the beauty of her namesake
His
earth-bound Venus
Walks
behind and slowly past him
Hidden
in the darkness of sun-cast shadows
Making
a transit of her own, unseen
Across
the space that divides them
Her
movement attracting no attention
And
within seconds the moment is over
And
she is gone again
Her
tiny body lost to sight
Pursuing
an orbit of her own
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