I satellite around him like a distant weightless moon, sucked in by the centrifical force of his powerful persona.

If he is Jupiter then I am Callisto, destined to dance in the pull of his orbit, forever locked in his embrace.

But what if I wanted to be my own diva planet, dense with nebulous ideas, heavy with milky emotions?

What if I were to become an omnipotent orb of intense attraction, one that captured lesser moons and held them close?

I need to know.

So I hang my farewell to Jupiter on the handle of The Dipper, writing these words in the dust of the cosmos:


          Goodbye and good luck.    I have taken the dogstar Sirius and left on a comet.

           The world is yours.  I’m taking the universe.


Copyright 2009

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