.
and each time I return to Earth my thoughts are filled with you
looking down orbital
on where our divide went continental
we once touched at the gloves
the pressure of whole atmospheres
inside us
breathing background radiation
pressing the faceplates together
feet floating
without helmets over our hearts
sunrise in space is so shocking
a line splitting hundreds of degrees
stark night and day
life and the void
we met so far apart
the two of us so tiny
inhospitable in hard vacuum
so solid-scared of falling out here
where there was nowhere
to land
nowhere to hide
yet so hard to find
nothing lives in space between worlds
a vacuum except for memory
and junk on trajectory
this is so much more
than the space we’re suited for
so I retrace an escape velocity
rocketing off again
to try catch you
my lonely planet guide to the stars
_____________________________________
Originally written for an astronomy-inspired gig we did on Earth hour back in May (but heavily drafted this evening) for Stephen Luntz.
The phrase 'solid-scared' some Buddy Wakefield fans may recognise from his poem Pretend (hey, it's a homage, right)
Meanwhile, the opening line is also pretty lifted from a Star Trek episode ~but before you make that face I should tell you that alotta-allota other poems feature similar riffs on trek dialogue, this one's just a little more overt about it. The name of that episode? "We'll Always Have Paris" (case in point ~ the title I used for one of the finest poems I've written)
Anyway, some gigs are coming up, things are being published and it looks like, yes, I've made it out of this Melbourne winter alive. Happy days.
-Peace
.
No comments:
Post a Comment