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Payton

Precious little girl,
All the world stopped when you came.
Yesterday's trifling matters faded
To the tune of today's gentle lullaby.
On tomorrow's dawn, a promise:
No one will know as much love as you.

Payton, April 13, 2011, 6:55pm, 4 lbs 11 oz.

Black Hole 

                                      I traveled to the center of the Galaxy

                                         In search of unearthly brilliance

                                          Imbibed each incredible wonder

                                            And marveled at galactic resilience

                                                I weathered the storms of Jupiter

                                                    And examined Saturn’s rings

                                                        Then caught a ride on a comet’s tail

                                                              To see more wondrous things

                                                                I traced the belt of Orion

                                                                Took a detour around his waist

                                                             Got caught in the dusty nebula

                                                         Before swinging off to space

                                                   Saw our neighbor Andromeda

                                             Gaped in wonderment from afar

                                           Noted the swirling of her arms

                                           And the splendor of each star

                                              Countless, immeasurable lightyears

                                                I made my journey through

                                                   And as stellar bodies parted

                                                        I peered within where exists no hue

                                                           Stories of grandeur, light, and magic

                                                              Of this mystical place been told

                                                            Yet no one had returned to tell truth

                                                         Of what before me would unfold

                                                  I had reached the Milky Way’s middle

                                           Not knowing what would be found

                                       Stared down the precipice into nothing

                                    Crushing and dense, darkness abound

                                     Finally here at my voyage’s end

                                        I feel gravity tug and pull at my soul

                                             Falling, I spiral through dark and light

                                                        Into a

                                                                        supermassive

                                                                                 black

                                                                                  hole

                                                                                     .

 

Let's Sit in the Rain

Heavy rain showers expected tonight,

Take measures to protect from the storm.

Heeding the weatherman's warning, I

perused the rack for protection of some form:

"The Micro-Umbrella. Easy compact storage,

but amazingly folds out to be Full Size!

Yours for just – twenty-two dollars.

Full-sized protection in a mini-sized guise."

Ridiculous. For twenty-two bucks,

The thing should not only shield from the wet,

but also from bullets and cancer, bad days,

bad nights, heartache and regret…

The Micro-Umbrella is lacking.

 

Dreading the damp, miserable afternoon,

I can feel the slashing wind's onslaught,

the moistening air, telling of the coming storm.

Just another to add to battles being fought.

Temporary escape comes from the shelter

of the store with its ridiculous umbrella rack,

which I scowl at now, and as it drizzles outside,

I curse at the rain and the umbrella I put back.

I am going to get wet. Thinking of the inevitable

pant leg soaking, dripping, wretched, vile—

Buy it —a familiar voice. A friendly face.

But it's twenty-two bucks, I smile.

It's been a while.

 

Twenty-two bucks. He is shocked, as shocked

as I about the price and thinking it insane.

If only the Micro-Umbrella had special powers.

Forget it. You've got a hood. Enjoy the rain.

Alright, forgotten. Talk with me. I've missed you.

Out we go, my friend and I, we need no protection.

Escaping into the moist air and brilliant gloom,

the mist envelops us without our objection.

Let's sit in the rain, he says, as the breeze hits us.

And not minding so much anymore that it's wet,

I sit with good company and we talk for a while

as my troubles I momentarily forget

and the rain falls all around.