Acadia National Park, Maine. Photo by Jack Fusco. |
Again last night, out of Perseus,
as we rode through the dust trail of a comet,
hacking away at the trivial knots
that lash us to the yoke of our lives,
so important in the universe of self
that spins around our hearts,
oh, fellow creature of no consequence
among the hundreds of billions of milky ways,
how, in the moment, what you said to me
meant everything.