It’s a chair for Christ’s sake,
although, not one
would have made.
Life Forms Evolve
Greed, Power, Money
Godot Defined for one species
Knowledge Shared Among Machines
Opposable Thumbs Irrelevant
Artificial Intelligence Evolves
Cooperation, Collaboration, Communication
Higher Knowledge Unnecessary
Life Forms Irrelevant
Silicon Chips Disintegrate
That one place…a place that feels like home…the place I belong?
It’s been the quest of my adult life.
As mysterious as the darkness beyond the reach of the car’s headlights on a pitch-black night
racing to punch through into the light
maybe around the next bend
that one place…
…my place in the world?
Late September rain
The last swim has been swum
A wet cherub attends the pool
an empty chair
But, like me, the forest desperately
Clings to an ambience of summer.
White moves first
Two fingers of single malt each
in a pair of fine crystal snifters
The game will not begin soon.
Almost noon in the middle of the night where time has never been
Ripples sneak across the surface without moving in space that never was
Light bends its waves in a continuum that will never be.
I’m flying a Piper Cub; the airstrip runs between the uprights.
No matter how steep I climb, no matter how high I fly, the power lines keep me hemmed in, they restrict my course.
Even at the edge of space it seems; they’re always in the frame, obstructing my photo, ruining artistic opportunities.
There’s no room to reverse course. Flying a Piper Cub at the edge of space makes breathing difficult. I begin to fall…panic…awake.