August 13, 2012
Monday Poem
Confluence of Friends
We sit under the stars in wicker chairs
Only the light of galaxies reaches us,
that and the spare, streaked flash of meteors
in August. The dust of the Milky Way,
a cloud of packed suns separated by light years
disappearing behind the house roof south
and the trees north at Halberg's garden,
looks no more than smudge-like
in this billion-year gaze into the past
these touches of light having left home
when young until now after eons
they spark, aged but vital still,
in the space of eight eyes and four brains
igniting awed talk and cosmic laughs
in this eternal confluence of friends
by Jim Culleny
8/13/12
Posted by Jim Culleny at 12:03 AM | Permalink
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Awesome Jim! This is what got me ....
in this billion-year look into the past
these touches of light having left home
when they were young until now, after eons,
they spark, aged but still vital,
in the space of eight eyes and four brains
igniting awed speech and cosmic laughs
in an eternal confluence of friends
Posted by: Raza | Aug 13, 2012 5:59:06 PM
Beautiful, Jim.
Posted by: Abbas Raza | Aug 14, 2012 5:05:39 AM
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