Planets, The Positional Perspective Poem by Julia Luber

Wind like a dust subsuming everything to a primeval sense of motion.
But without motion, fast or slow, soft or hard, would life ever have existed at all?
And so go ahead and figure that the only things that don't really move are the planets.
You could believe there begins an intimation, an implication, a positional perspective…
isn't that easy to understand? I find it easier to understand that than what people are like.
Trying to exchange these behemoths of inertia like the planets truly are
with status on themselves and their personalities, trade in for a shooting star.
An astronomer's gamble can begin and end in marriage too.
But tell me, in what way, have the planets recently moved you?