Jupiter and Saturn

We chased the sun,
its red hulked glow dipping into the mountains,
the river running high, and overcast,
spanning out at the place where the hills drift apart,
and we caught the sun, up on the dark curve of a hill,
over a field grown feral with winter stalks of queen-anne’s-lace,
just as the clouds burned a pink line above the hills,
and the grasses bent, golden, in the slow wind,
and, all at once, the light caught up below, pulled beneath,
revealing the first stars, high along the blue,
and we waited longer,
for the orange to fade,
until a single point burned through,
Jupiter and Saturn entangled,
so ancient a dance, not seen in thousands of years,
hovering above our own horizon,
and us, watching in awe, before it faded once again.