O most aloof
three times more than Pluto
nine hundred times the Earth-Sun gap
you could block the Sun with a pinhead
if any live there
Sedna, goddess of the ocean
are we but a drop?
are you the long-awaited Oort cloud
or only an ort?
there are rumours of your moon
your size middles Pluto and Quaoar
yet only Mars is redder
let Quaoar blush
are you ice queen of the comets?
never warmer than thirty kelvin
only flirting with the Sun
every ten thousand, five hundred years
November 14th, 2075
you're as close as when we shuddered
out of an ice age, but
on that birthday we make no promises.
© Paul Taylor 2004
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