Convergence

I'm still a little upset, digruntled maybe, that Jupiter and Venus failed to fully converge. Or if they did I missed it. I was reading a magazine, staring at the ground. But it seemed to me that they just came closer and closer for all those weeks, up there in the sky, shining, above Los Angeles, above all kinds of other places too, until finally they began, just as gradually, tentatively, to separate, to put distance between them, to walk in opposite directions. Like any other lovers. But what a show it might have been, right? Planets colliding, and maybe not just planets, but stars. Let's push it a moment and imagine all heavenly bodies in love, planets, stars and asteroids, all of them so enamored with one another that they rush closer, closer, closer, anti-matter and space junk even, broken satellites, all the unlovable stuff in love, everything out there except for us of course, never us, because if we didn't stay put here on tired Earth, who would watch the rest of them explode?