02-09 Ponder

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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.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Blame Andrew. It started with "What is the viscosity of mileage?"

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