Saturday, March 14, 2009

Constellation: A Saturday Poem


Constellation


There were dots on her shoulder, more than this
I cannot say. In that moment I closed my eyes
and leaned into her
constellation.

Any scientist will tell you that no one has ever escaped
such a journey. Gravitational forces are too great,
and at that speed you are
light.

In that moment, time itself reconsiders, and yet
cannot do anything about its current direction.
Everything you have ever wanted to do, you are
doing.

© Ciprianowords Inc. 2009

1 comment:

Melanie said...

I love this one so much, Cipriano! It is beautiful.