Poem: Pluto

Posted by – July 14, 2015
Categories: Literature & the Arts Science & Cosmology

NASA’s New Horizons spacecraft is flying by our most beloved dwarf planet, with images expected to arrive back to Earth later this evening. As we wait in suspense, knowing that debris the size of a grain of rice could swiftly disable the spacecraft 1, here’s a poem from Pluto: New Horizons for a Lost Horizon about the reclassification of Pluto.

Pluto

Maggie Dietz

Don’t feel small. We all have
been demoted. Go on being

moon or rock or orb, buoyant
and distant, smallest craft ball

at Vanevenhoven’s Hardware
spray-painted purple or day-glow

orange for a child’s elliptical vision
of fish line, cardboard and foam.

No spacecraft has touched you,
no flesh met the luster of your

heavenly body. Little cold one, blow
your horn. No matter what you are

planet, and something other than
planet, ancient but not “classical,”

the controversy over what to call you
light-hours from your ears. On Earth

we tend to nurture the diminutive,
root for the diminished. None

of your neighbors knows your name.
Nothing has changed. If Charon’s

not your moon, who cares? She
remains unmoved, your companion.

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About the Author

Marina is the Marketing & Digital Programs Coordinator at North Atlantic Books. After living in New Orleans and Amsterdam, and exploring a couple of continents, she returned to the San Francisco Bay Area to work at NAB. She's passionate about astrology, nonfiction books, and sustainable living, as well as all things metaphysical.