Memory Against Imagination

Watching a time lapse of the ovals,
Bands, and oblong blobs of Jupiter
And its moons rotating and tumbling

Against the habitual backdrop
Of largely black space, the brain
Accepts what it’s been told to see,

Beauty, science, mythology.
Try not rearranging this,
The brain whispers to itself.

It’s only more memories of pretty
Patterns in a glowing glass.
Try not to start extrapolating

Into reimagined interactions.
Stay here. Let the past pass.