JUPITER THROUGH THE KITCHEN WINDOW
Through the open kitchen window one early morn,
My gaze beheld an unwavering point of light,
Above the treetops dark, before mankind was born.
Jupiter! Shining in the waning sea of night.
Its radiant beam traversing both time and space,
Making its grand appearance in the morning sky
To look down upon this transient human race,
Whose own brief, feeble light will go out with a sigh.
Of each generation, fleeting and ignoble;
Silent witness to all our follies and foibles.