Twenty-nine years, six months and four days,
and everything is back where it was.
Saturn turns her head just the same
and her rings dangle from fingers
threatening to fall without gravity
onto a new slate of a floor, the same blank slate
they rested on
before you wrote on it.
Many moons halt mid-orbit, holding their icy breath and stare.
What choices will you make on this rotation?
You’ve completed the circle of time.
The gases around you are all new.
You have asteroids, comets, and stars
any one you choose can be your own.
Creative commons love to http://www.flickr.com/photos/kokogiak/ for the photo!