Justin plays with light from space

   That catches his gold watch's gleam.

   He angles that trout-rapid beam

With a flick from cup, to wall, to face.

Eight minutes, ray, from sun to here

   You sped across the airless dark,

   Unborn until your brilliant mark

And welcome in our atmosphere

From one brown boy who toys with you

   Arriving, now, as minutes pass.

   Pure energy through common glass,

Griefless, and forever new.