Child Of The Heavens Poem by Ranita Badudu

She wanders the night sky,
Silver-haired and silver-eyed,
Clad in a gown of airy clouds.

She plucks the stars from the dark,
Gathers them in a basket of woven wind;
She chases a comet that shakes its tail at her,
And sits breathless on the banks of a nebula;
She comes near Earth to dance with the Tricky Lady-
But the lady ousts her promptly; she shares her dance with none.

The child just laughs and shakes her skirts.

She skips back up to make her rounds:
She reads to Jupiter,
Dances for Venus.
She races Mercury
And salutes Mars.
To Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune she waves.
(They are too far to visit nightly.)

So as the dark lightens she curls against a supernova
And drowsily narrates her night to the Moon,
Idly tossing meteor chips into black holes
And arranging her stars into crowns.

She waits for morning.