Monday, September 7, 2015

Richard Schnap- A Poem


I gaze up at the great sapphire ceiling
Its clusters of clouds, its soul-laden planes,

And beyond to where the atmosphere thins,
Where satellites hug the edges of gravity,

Then to the vacuum of silence and cold
Where the moon looks down with her pock-marked face,

And out to the realm of planets unknown
Whose secrets lie waiting for generations to come

Then into the void that cradles the infinite
Where comets scrape trails like chalk on a blackboard

And finally to a galaxy immeasurably far
Whose story is a mystery wrapped in a riddle

Where a planet revolves around a sun that seems
Not so very different from the one that warms me

That’s home to a man gazing up at his sky
Wondering if somewhere there’s someone like him.

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