May/June 2016 • Vol. XXXVIII No. 3 Nature's NatureMay 1, 2016 |

It Moves

—the American Academy, Rome Late evening. Galileo showing off his telescope again, a ring of murmuring at our window. The very spot, 1611, just— An addiction to marvels, as in maybe now, if only. … Chilly for Rome in spring, these nights to see far away through a lens and a tube. It ended badly, that Earth-around-the-sun thing. The Inquisitor, heresy, the recanting, etc., except that parting whisper at the door but it moves is how his fame works. It moves. You  Aren't  The  Only  One  In  The  World— a mother's muted-loud word by word like breath held is released or teeth wait to come down. And Earth not by a long shot the fearless frozen-in-place center of it all. Well done, Galileo. Good job, planet reliably doing rounds day into night, eternal tit for tat, the winter summer spring fall that will not stop. Light years aren't really. But imagine a dead radiance speeding like years look back when you're old suddenly: Sorry, you've used th

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