Conor Dowd


Telescope. - Poem by Conor Dowd

I arrange the telescope
in cooling night,
the half-light of retreating dusk
retreating with the thinning light
and disappearing in the West.

In focussing and zooming in
a billion miles of space is right within
my grasp.

I gasp when Saturn first appears,
so ringed-around, familiar, yet so near.
Two songbirds in surrounding trees add
chorus to the astonishment I feel.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 22, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 5, 2011


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