Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Constant Motion

In constant movement,

we stop for awhile

to contemplate Jupiter,

or point out Orion,

his great belt of stars

sparkling in the night.

We stand silent,

only for a moment,

in awe of the heavens

in all their infinity.

And, here, I think of the vastness

of the world around us;

The universe, forever pushing outward,

expanding farther into nothingness;

Conquering the outer-space of


in some holy search,

like Cortez, mad on greed,

exploring South America,

looking for Gold.

Us, too:

forever wandering,

searching for gold

at the bottom of

pints of beer.

Or in the pools

of a pretty girl’s eyes

on a winter night.

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