Yesterday, in the early hours, I put my eye to the telescope
and flew up into space
to watch the Galilean moons weave their way around Jupiter
who spins in silence so many millions of miles away.
Chatter from smokers outside the pub along the road
cascaded from the brick walls of the terrace,
whilst up above if I looked for long enough,
I could just make out the distant stars behind the blackness of the night.
©James Bruce May, 2017