A Poem for Europa by U.S. Poet Laureate Ada Limón

1. 0:01In Praise of Mystery: A poem for Europa.
2. 0:08Arching under the night sky, inky with black expansiveness, we point to the planets we know.
3. 0:17We pin quick wishes on stars.
4. 0:21From Earth, we read the sky as if it is an unerring book of the universe, expert and evident.
5. 0:31Still, there are mysteries below our sky: The whale song, the songbird singing its
6. 0:40call in the bough of a wind shaken tree.
7. 0:44We are creatures of constant awe, curious at beauty, at leaf and blossom, at grief and pleasure, sun and shadow.
8. 0:56And it is not darkness that unites us, not the cold distance of space, but the offering of water, each
9. 1:07drop of rain, each rivulet, each pulse, each vein.
10. 1:12O, second moon, we, too, are made of water, of vast and beckoning seas.
11. 1:21We, too, are made of wonders, of great and ordinary loves, of small invisible worlds, of a need to call out
12. 1:33through the dark.

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