"In Praise of Mystery: A Poem of Europa" by Ada Limon

 "Arching under the night sky inky

with black expansiveness, we point

to the planets we know, we

pin quick wishes on stars. From earth,

we read the sky as if it is an unerring book 

of the universe, expert and evident. 

Still, there are mysteries below our sky:

the whale song, the songbird singing 

its call in the bough of a wind-shaken tree. 

We are creatures of constant awe, 

curious at beauty, at leaf and blossom,

at grief and pleasure, sun and shadow. 

And it is not darkness that unites us,

not the cold distance of space, but

the offering of water, each drop of rain,

each rivulet, each pulse, each vein -

O second moon, we, too are made of water,

of vast and beckoning seas. 

We, too, are made of wonders, of great 

and ordinary loves, of small invisible

worlds,

of a need to call out through the dark."