Observatory

If something marvelous happens one day,

But you don’t find out until the next day,

Then which of those was the marvelous day,

The one that passed, seeming nothing special,

But on which the event that was special

Descended, or the one that felt special?

This puzzlement comes out as well at night.

Those are long-ago stars you see each night.

Each supernova burst some other night,

But is any explosion anywhere?

If its outward ripples reach anywhere,

It’s as happened there as it’s anywhere.

Marvels total all their phenomena,

Including observing phenomena.