You, darling; you still hover
close together, as if

The split of names
to dissect the parts from the whole
never really mattered.

To our eyes you are divorced into chunks.
Yet you sail on, assuming your duties
to science with grandiose ease.

Mythology lingers. I saw you approach
your brothers one evening: decks and sails
all fell into place and somehow stayed
together ever after;

My eyes are on Canopus. It burns in
ceaseless duty, lighting the way for
those who would watch.