What’s with the world today?
What was it yesterday?
Oh, Earth is doing fine.
Watch that—a planetary parade—,
The gang walking seven abreast.
Sun sees it as a single file,
Like Mercury said,
“Got a problem? Please, get in line.”
Venus, mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune…
Willy nilly Earth have not made it in time.
A gentle gravitational tug—
A shove would start a fight.
Talk about sibling rivalry,
Softened by the distance.
Earth might say in its mind,
“Pluto, you sneaky bastard,
I think you miss the old days.
All nine of us gathered. Hence, Aligned.”
Pluto says, “Not in a million years”.
Syzygy: Conjunction. A collinear configuration of two or more celestial bodies; an alignment in a straight line.
Reveries That I Call Poetry 