WHEN I THINK OF SPACE
To disregard the all of it,
I close my eyes and think of space.(Since the looking doesn't carry far.)
I float upward into high and dark, and listen
to the sound of deep.
I think about the shape of black,
linger at its edge and try to grip infinity.
Then the all of me begins to spin,
in the never ending black and deep.
I smile and that is all,
when I think of space.
This poem first appeared in Anthology Magazine, Sep/Oct 1998 and
Cyber Oasis, September 2002.