Friendship, Higher
“the sun was rising now in fellowship
with the stars that had escorted it”
…………………Dante, Inferno, Canto I, lines 38-39
It sounds like pure companionship outside
The entry into Hell, a strong set of
Friends travelling together towards the tide
Of day. The sun sheds all his light like love.
His fellow spheres, though distant in extreme
Deep space, begin their paling bows to him,
Begin their fading glory in his stream
Of brilliance. Now the morn is at the brim,
They start to make a way for one bright god,
Their loyalty matched only by their bond
Of white gyrating gravity. No rod
Enforces fealty. Faith comes from beyond,
Right? No. They owe their strict obedience
To unremitting rule: expedience.