part 13
Some
rocket connected
to
your brain
reflecting
neuron stars chasing magnets
in
frozen nights
Dream:
Here,
starlings preen,
perched
upon the chimney tops,
preparing
for flight.
the
mist
at
sea hides fishing boats
the
gulls seek
when
they trawl back across their wake.
Do
ripples
form
behind your hull,
reverberating
into space?
The
stars flickering in their crests and hollows...
Do
you
dream
today with more tomorrows
of
arriving younger than you left the parting atmosphere
enveloped
with technology that oversees
every
nook and cranny
of
your home away from home?
the
constellations slightly change
your
telescope is another brain
that
calculates the different ways
the
planets dance around you.
By
what can you measure speed?
Here,
a hedgerow verge
or
painted lane
would
pass my eye,
vanishing
behind as clues to distance travelled.
Or
waves,
dividing
on the bow
would
part around the wider hull
and
angle back
behind
the heaving deck.