Telescope. Poem

I arrange the telescope
in cooling night,
the half-light of retreating dusk
retreating with the thinning light
and disappearing in the West.

In focussing and zooming in
a billion miles of space is right within
my grasp.

I gasp when Saturn first appears,
so ringed-around, familiar, yet so near.
Two songbirds in surrounding trees add
chorus to the astonishment I feel.