Asteroid 

Somewhere between Mars and Jupiter
Black irregular rocks hold hands
They have no folklore
Neither winds nor moons
No immortal namesake
Looking with pity on their planetary cousins
Lonely with their lunar companions
Unchanging and at an arms distance
Seeing only one side of the sun at a time
The dark rocks
In their toroidal metropolis
Together bump, nudge, dance
Neighbors always at hand
Together see every side of the sun

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Miracles”)