She tracks an Orbit

Light years from you and me, her eye to a telescope,
she tracks an orbit and discovers a spiral galaxy.
We are going round in circles, so she begins
to determine the mass of objects, their weight
in relation to one another, while I see Mount
Clara, clear water, and rocks full of gems.
Adaptive optics, and see her waterfall,
a white arrow laser shower, chased by
jumping lunchtime boys arching their toes
over slated ledges. Her eye to a telescope,
she may imagine quietness on a lagoon's rocky bank,
a roaring storm at an energetic stem of a cliff,
and warmer waters in shallow, gentle edges.
She may see the shade, swim through rainbows,
dip under thunder to the cave, rest on the wet
shelf of sofa rock and watch the light come in.