Beneath the swirling clouds that cover Jupiter from pole to pole the ocean has never
seen sunlight, nor has it ever felt the rough confining contours of land.

I passed a man smiling at a wall of dense foliage.
"What do you see?" I asked him.
"A Yellow Warbler. He chirped at me!"

Further along a small bird is desperately flapping its wings.
Another bird lands, but sees it can't save the sick bird's life.

Its waves have never crashed against a sloping beach, for there is no land anywhere
across Jupiter’s enormous girth: not even an island or reef.

Where the river flowed: yellow loess.
Where the gods lived: blue nostalgia.