Some days

But usually nights

I feel like Neptune

Not the god of course

Since I can’t even swim

Instead the planet

Stuck on the periphery of existence

I’m large but barely visible

And that only with great effort

 

Moving here on the margin

I’ve grown cold and austere

Distant and unreachable

Now dark and forbidding

Which allows a certain freedom

Like Triton

The inhabitants of my own

Little universe

Linger gratefully near me

Scarcely aware of the world beyond

Since on the edge of inner space

Everything revolves around me

 

 

© Gayle Force Press 2011

 

 

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