sun you are a star
the star became a red giant
the poet a dwarf star
a binary pair
they spun many a yarn
across the sky
darkly brightly
daily nightly
they knit many a brow
telescoped many a punch
until the supernova
exploded onto the scene
then the iron became a nib
carbon the inky night sky
and the book ended
noting that something isn’t
why has life got to be
for something
why cannot life be for
nothing
more than a
temporary existence between
two nothings
or a virtual vacuum
inside nothing
i am therefore
i soon will be not
but sometimes i laugh
at the absurdity of it all
noting that
nothing more to be said
is quite something
a picture of a morning coast
nature’s coast of many colours
of many layers
thought’s eye wanders
comes home then wanders
like a border collie
rounding up sighs
that slip the breeze
rustle down the grass
soar in the slow clouds
lay down in the pull waves
a snow-angel thought comes
and raises the widest smile
a homily of home
indeed it is
too true to believe
all the belief systems
over all the eons
none have worked
not one deity has answered
not even to confirm that
we are a lost cause
even before we are born
the odds are stacked
the algorithms are insensate
there is nothing
and that does not answer back
even nothing isn’t it
is it
congratulations ~ great poem
unsure
the emotions work through
the lines that are knot
straight forward
are not rational
but the end is ubiquitous
in that we all end up there
different roads from different
starting pains
arrive underfoot to be ground
in tears and dust
an american poet in india
he describes the heat
(from the other side of the world)
i glance outside
and it is pissing down
i assume the melt is leaking
(from the other side of the world)
two hands drying slowly
shake on it
