Poetry Sunday

As the world gets warmer with the coming of spring and the promise of summer, here's a poem that reminds me of the pleasant evenings of youth, before all those adult responsibilities spoiled it all ...

Renaming the Planets 

by Bill Glose 

Backs on pier’s cool planks, fingers

intertwined, my girlfriend and I

gaze into forever as comets

tear open the sky, bright streaks

winking like distant fireflies.

Beyond them, a dwarf planet sulks

in its orbit. Einstein said nothing

could outrun physics’ laws;

even time must bend to fit its rules.

Yet scientists once declared Earth

center of our universe;

earlier still, that it was flat.

Evolution of what is certain

proves nothing is absolute,

not even a Rockwell scene

of young lovers beside

a lake, waiting for the future

to arrive from heaven.

Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend. More thoughts coming. 

Bilbo