Gliese 433

Somebody discovered this through a long lens...a planet...an interstellar body in the heavens.

Dear lord, are you my undiscovered terrestrial orb.

You represent discovery, uncharted territory...assumptions, admissions.

I look longingly into a black abyss sky...unencumbered by the storms of summers, the clouds of hurricanes...the heavy humidity of the south.

If you do exist...what could you mean?

Your fleeting celestial presence comforts me...you are out there...orbiting my world.

(It is my problem if I dream about you only to have science completely validate you)

I wonder about your oceans, your waters...your hemispheres and your time zones.  Things I have wrangled about with you.

I want to discover life.

I want to discover life with you.

Must I travel the speed of light to find you...the break from gravity and physics and shit I don't understand to simply be near you...in your gravitational pull.

God you know you draw me in.  

You allure me.

Telescopes would love to seek you out...your brightness, your hiddenness...your sudden appearance.

You are hard to find.  You are hard to make out.  It takes a squint.  

I gaze at the heavens, remembering when I gazed upon the languid sketch of you...in repose.  In a bed...that may have been the Milky Way and you were the sole blinking star.  A rapture.

I revel in the science of the discovery of a new star, a new planet.

I recall the same sensation when I found you.