I
He said, "Nothing ever kept a sun
from coming around again and yet I lost
my way walking in the neighborhood,
a wayward sphere of sense by garbage bags,
orbiting as if no neat equations
could apply because my love had left....
"In other times and other cosmic frames
I moved like light itself, a smooth machine
determined free within my discipline,
singing through my orbit a cappella
harmony with her, sweet satellite,
happy as if space and we were one."
He lurks beside a window, shunning sky,
his metaphor debunked, knowing why.
15 May 1999
Copyright © 1999 Richard
P. Richter