The Unknown

Galaxies beguile and beckon,

Mouths of black holes yawn.

I face the unknown, bent of body, but bright of mind,

Not fearing the dawn

Of old age that comes

To all stars, planets, and man.

I face the unknown, time running through my fingers

Like grains of silvered sand.

A Sunny Day

Will it ever quit raining? I’m starting to wonder if I should build an ark and begin rounding up pairs of animals. Naw…too much trouble. I think I’ll just listen to some good music instead. Care to stop what you’re doing for a few moments and join me?