so special

so, in our audacity,
we claim the crown
of reflection
– claim dominion

all the time
trying to gather sense
of lights in the sky

often
with a shudder
the curtains are parted
and the wonder above
is scanned
age old speculation
balanced
against hope internal

if one of those
pinholes breaks loose
and happens by
in slow
observational
orbit

it can easily be imagined
that all
parties involved
will be
standing at their
windows
mouths agape

in unwilling acknowledgement
that the word special
doesn’t really
apply anymore