Oh, Enceladus!
Ocean moon enrobed in ice.
Eccentric orbiter of a God.
Your showering geysers
an accretion to Great Saturn’s gravelly rings.
Herschel spied you from out the blue.
Cassini caught you unawares and showed you forth.
In flights, our curious fingers find life’s beginnings
in your nineteen mile deeps.
You hold, I fancy, surprising secrets,
complacently waiting.
But never comes the day, my love.
Never comes the day.
Aremyfeetofftheground 
Thank you, Carol!
LikeLike
Beautiful, simply beautiful
LikeLiked by 1 person
I have read this three times now. Each time I get to that feeling that I am floating in space watching. Amazing poem, Lee!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Gael…!
LikeLike