Transit of Mercury, 2019

Remembered dream: we are in great hall or auditorium, walls
paneled warmly in pine, typical folding chairs in neat rows. 

Before the assembled, a figure rises up. Its body is glass
shining and transparent. And full of stars—brilliant, hypnotic.

Look through its shape into a vast jeweled darkness and see
the dance again, the tiny planetary shadows cast one body to another,

subtle shades passed across each vastness of space
no one else in the endless crowd would, could, possibly notice.