A man, wandering light years
from galaxy to galaxy
ponders as we plod along.
“What is the viscosity of mileage
as it sticks
to the sides of the hourglass?”
He studies how the overflow
keeps from leaping over,
not so eager to escape
but rather,
eager to stay at home
together.
Not one parsec
added to the census
of the starcraft odometer
abandons ship
until the strain is so great
that the hourglass has splintered
rifts into time
bleeding continuums together.
A lone star grabs his attention
as it twinkles morosely
through nebulae in the foreground,
but the man takes heart.
The star’s transmissions are just now being heard,
translated,
related,
and beamed back with astonished reply
at the similarities between two strangers
who become more like siblings.
The cosmic rays
from sunbursts like smoke signals
wash over the traveler
to comfort him.
He is not alone
in the viscosity of his mind.