We have but one satellite
that we’ve barely bothered to name.
Our moon.
What if we had more?
Imagine the comings and goings,
the interweaving,
complex logistics
of a planet with twelve moons,
or even just two.
We would see rare sightings,
alignments, and events,
confounding the ebb, ebb, more ebb,
and flow of the tides,
the source of a tortured zodiac,
many pearls in the sky
to glow on fresh lovers.
Different size satellites,
various colors and atmospheres,
perhaps some twisting and turning
in strange wobbly orbits,
named for whomever from our past.
We would have a choice
of which to explore first.
A wealth of information
about our universe,
a treasure hunt for life
right in our own backyard.
As much as I like
the rhythms and patterns
and majesty
of our Moon,
I feel slightly cheated,
having missed the dance
of a crowd of satellites
circling this sleepy planet.

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