Poem: Rambler

 

 

Rambler

 

near a rose in a hydra,

i watch the long naked

azure odalisque of the sky

and wondered

at the thinness of the human ‘us’:

our cramped lives sandwiched

between spheres and fossils,

our cities never to reach

the height of dinosaurs

over their millions of long years

of rise and recline.

 

and yet when the Earth dies

it will be from our thinness.

how we prowl among the atoms

like dangerous specks.

we hold the cards

too big for our brief hands,

and don’t worry about the rosebushes

and azure odalisques,

and the rest so beautiful,

like our children,

while we bet them all

on a sliver of a green table

supported by tiny strings

which we tug to herd and control

and do our best to puppet the universe.

 

 

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