Friday, May 25, 2018

Warrior Queens at 1:05 a.m. (Day 492)

black sky at 1:05 a.m.  billions of stars 
stretching inconceivably beyond sight 

wondering: does life pulse or throb or ooze 
somewhere out in that vast dark desert   

or do we live and love and sleep alone
owners of endlessness we seek to end

past speaks to present whispering secrets 
future stargazers may wish to know   

how small we tend to feel  how unimportant 
our concerns in immensity’s shadow 

worries become clouds of flitting gnats    
responsibilities float like dandelion seeds
at the escarpment’s edge  facing outward 
tragedies and triumphs seem to blur and blend

did boadicea laugh in triumph as romans fled  
or weep for those whose blood she spilled

does midnight’s bending of right and wrong 
excuse the cruel from blame  condemn the kind

did zenobia’s golden chains belie her end
or did she take a stand and starve herself

at 2:00 a.m. the heart leans toward truth
even if courage soars toward its own death 

yet darkness still cools our burning world 
and all those beautiful planets spin around

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Comet Lovejoy,

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