The universe is so much greater than we that even on the crest of our mountain the stars are untouchable. But we are closer than ever to Mars, to bright and faithful Venus, moving in programmed synchronicity. You whistle a Bach minuet into the vast nothing and everything of space, and I hum along. We take turns making up nonsense lyrics to torture the innocent melody until, wits spent, we rest against one another, each bearing some of the other’s weight, in a night of expansive counterpoint.
Poem posted in this space, December 4, 2009 To contact Pat Jordan send an email to: pwjordan9@gmail.com
