part 9
Spare
a
thought for "Dunlop 49"
-though
no relation of mine-
perhaps
the sight of it
connects
us in more than name.
Here
shadows
blow across the houses opposite
the
wind is up,
the
street light on,
the
sea today was relatively calm.
What
I
hear on the radio
is
of innocents deaths in bombings,
concern
for commodity prices,
amnesty
petitions for debt relief,
that
race, religion, caste, and class
still
struggle to help the poorer world.
You
can judge from space
-where
this appears as but a distant
speck
against the receeding sun-
what
perspective you have?
trigonometry
aside, absorbed
in
the rules existant/outside of the endless sky.
The
decorum and the vast array
of
cultures and life
travel
back and forth to your vanishing point view.
Each
cold
heart of earth
is
naught compared to the endless night
of
cosmic wonder freezing whatever moisture
might
have condensed
on
your ship’s skin.
Like
unprovoked
tears of parting,
-indistinct
from tears of joy-
preserved
intact, until you re-enter
this mote in gods eye called Gaia.