Tuesday, March 10, 2015


in the deepest darkest recesses of space
they travel in groups, as if to keep each other company,
like us, each unique with rock piles and sandy slopes
forged from the winds, the torrents, the bombardments of
our histories.
we are bare to the universe, exposed to the impacts
of rocks, ice, the constant wind, it bears down upon
us whenever we see the sun exploding
upon us.
they bear the scars of their histories. buried
under a thin layer of sand,
as do we.

No comments: