It’s snowing all the time at the south pole of Enceladus
Which is a moon of Saturn
With the loveliest name
And the brightest object in the solar system
Reflecting 98% sunlight
Its surface like the best powder day
So cold no life could multiply
Except the orbit of Enceladus
Around Saturn is elliptical
And squeezes the moon’s interior
To liquid and also what’s frozen
Underneath the white mantle
So now and then a geyser of salt
Water sprays upward and perhaps
Growing in the water a litter of microbes
As yet undiscovered but possible
Its alien DNA unsullied because capped
Beneath ice and acres of snow deeper
Than Everest is high Enceladus
Like the white canvas of eternity
Stroked by a brush with a single hair



Joyce Peseroff‘s fifth book of poems, Know Thyself, was designated a “must read” by the 2016 Massachusetts Book Award. She edited The Ploughshares Poetry Reader, Robert Bly: When Sleepers Awake, and Simply Lasting: Writers on Jane Kenyon. Her recent poems and reviews appear in Consequence, Ibbetson Street, Memorious, New Ohio Review, and on the website The Woven Tale Press. She directed UMass Boston’s MFA Program in its first four years, and currently blogs on writing and literature at <>








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