| On a night quite unenchanting, starry photons downward slanting, |
| While I guided, quietly ranting "Periodic Error I Abhor!" |
| A gust of wind and papers scattered, only the dancing guidestar mattered |
| stupid backlash! my ego shattered as I paced across the floor |
| there is nothing I hate more |
| Hard upon the floor I treaded, angry, resentful as I headed |
| toward the toolbox that I dreaded opening, over by the door |
| searching for the tool that mattered, I made sure that nothing clattered, |
| banged, nor bumped or fell and shattered, the nightime silence out the door |
| For my neighbors quietly sleeping, being wakened oft before |
| my activities they did not adore |
| Dec worm's binding, not freely turning, engineering I am learning, |
| exact tolerances not withstanding but much better than before |
| To the eyepiece then I stumbled, under my breath yet I mumbled |
| confidence completely crumbled "Backlash be gone please" I implore |
| guidestar kissing crosshair is all I'm longing for |
| a simple adjustment and nothing more |
| Open here I tripped the shutter of the Nikon F my bread and butter |
| loaded with its precious treasure of a film that's made no more |
| Nervously I peered intently into the eyepiece Oh so gently |
| whispering a futile plea to all of those who came before |
| I gamely try to capture photons and resolve the galactic core |
| only this and nothing more |
| The nightime rhythm gently soothing frazzled nerves - resolve unmoving, |
| one hour into this exposure - only minutes more to go |
| when bychance the quiet's broken, Jet Airliner overhead the token |
| of my undoing and another ruined picture this I know! |
| Scrambling like a man possessed to get my Hat in place so it won't show |
| this could have been the final blow |
| Hypered emulsion still collecting ancient photons it's detecting |
| reciprocity neglecting - millions by the score ! |
| to be revealed just like magic barring an event most tragic |
| defying common sense and logic in D19 solution from the store |
| let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-- |
| pin point stars and galactic core! |