Thursday, October 05, 2006

Words on a Page

a picture is worth a thousand words.
i have no picture today.
by the end of this sentence I will have 1/40th of a picture.
hmmm... here's a thought:

we are sitting here on this rock
in space
flying around a huge ball of flaming gas
(its a really really huge)
and there are a lot of other rocks out there
similarly flying all about,
around big gas balls.
(like lots)
Unlike the antelopes or dophins or people that cover our rock
our rock doesn't really have any friends.
just us.
Our rock just spins round and round
maybe it wants to crash into the huge gas ball and melt
But its spinning too fast
it was born spinning too fast
maybe it wants to escape. get out and see the universe
but the gas ball is too massive.
it can't leave
its stuck in a rut
nowhere to go
but the same old space
there's not a lot of exciting weather out in space.
no ice cream trucks.
no tv.
what does a rock do?
wait for comets?
does our rock notice us
pondering our place in the universe
complaining about our lonliness
wondering about the meaning of it all
while it barely sees any other rocks
outside of the moon.
which is probably just an old piece of itself
floating just out of reach
must be frustrating.


Com$tock said...

Sweet! I love science poems! Here's one of my favorites, from John Updike.

Neutrinos: they are very small
They have no charge; they have no mass;
they do not interact at all.
The Earth is just a silly ball
to them, through which they simply pass
like dustmaids down a drafty hall
or photons through a sheet of glass.
They snub the most exquisite gas,
ignore the most substantial wall,
cold shoulder steel and sounding brass,
insult the stallion in his stall,
and, scorning barriers of class,
infiltrate you and me. Like tall
and painless guillotines they fall
down through our heads into the grass.
At night, they enter at Nepal
and pierce the lover and his lass
from underneath the bed. You call
it wonderful; I call it crass.

Moe said...

Hurray for words!! That's showing the blogger spirit.