You and I are a galaxy
teetering on the edge of time
suns nesting in spiral branches
Cygnus fidgets around the perimeter
Evocative and beautiful words Mark!
I found a lot of joy in this poem. Perhaps I read it wrong. The joy of cygnets flying, the joy of the unknown void, the joy of the flaming branches, the joy of the pattern….
The first thing after reading your poem was I petted my ten-year old dog, holding on to our “galaxy” in this moment of time.
The loss is so deep in this poem. Beautiful and poignant. The earnest sense to fly amidst the perils…I equate it to life, relationships…going to pet my dog again…
got my cat here … and Rita’s feet… thanks, great comment.
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