The proper place for stars is in the sky
lighting the whole world, but negotiating only
with the highly qualified – master mariners, astrophysicists,
professionals like ourselves.
This one came unscheduled, nudged us roughly
out of routine, led us a wild goose chase,
and perching here, above unspeakable rafters,
common as a starling on a washing line,
whistles to every callow Dick and Harry,
idling amazed around, “OK, pals, I’ve done my bit.
Over to you, now, Earth.”
( UA Fanthorpe, 1929-2009 )