Stephan’s Quintet Poem by Raj Arumugam

we are locked in enclosures
rooms and offices and cars
and planes and shopping centers
and thought traps and traditions
and beliefs and systematic delusions;
and we have over-crowded minds
confined to
short distances and immediate needs
like contortionists each in a barrel;
and we do not even look at
the trees and the sky
and the waving leaves
on whose velvet tarpaulin
the sunlight bounces
and the rivers and the mountains;
when about our finite bodies is infinite space
and Stephan’s quintet dances in the vastness
and swirls and glows
and still we are content
to die our lives in narrow confines