A poem in two days about my weekend. Other poetry can be found off-site at Anonymous Trout’s Fish Wrap.
Distance: Part I
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I found myself far from my everyday, looking past the dark silhouettes of trees
To the darker expanse of the heavens brought to light by the penetrating
and enlightening darkness.
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This is how night was meant to be
The night that brought us our folklore. Our gods.
And Keplar.
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The depth of the darkness transfixed me
Until I stared at the heavens through the gap and tried to feel
My planet move.
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Alas, the magnificently modest fire extinguished
all but the brightest stars and shrunk my Universe
to human scale.
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I cracked open another cold one and huddled deeper into my hoodie
To contemplate the chemistry of combustion. Brewing.
Everything.
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The fire breathed and pulsed very relaxed. Unhurried.
I stared deeper and deeper into the glowing coals
And ever deeper into myself.
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Distance: Part II
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The tiny dirt path wound over the invisible contours
Like a hologram that is only seen plainly from
Certain perspectives.
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The green and golden ferns tenderly covered the hills like moss
Giving shelter to chipmunks small, and for the trees so tall
Holding ground.
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Through this shady cathedral we cruised with fleet feet
Stride after easy stride toward no particular end but where
We began.
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Distance behind us grew greater as distance afore us diminished
And the physical beauty gave way to body aches and thoughts that turned
Inward.
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Now the distance has vanished like a flash of a falling meteor
My everyday has returned and left only aches to mark the distance
to me.
