Sport 35: Winter 2007
The universe is just
The universe is just
That night down in our valley garden
punga grew around us, primordial.
'It's so primordial,' you said, your thin
hand reaching toward mine. 'Yes,' I said, 'all
we need to do now is look above us.'
So we did. 'There's so much up there,' you said,
'you'd almost think the universe is just…'
'Just a bunch of space,' I interrupted.
Not long after that we left the garden.
I've heard you moved to the coast or some such
place. As for me? I live with the boredom
and the dog. It doesn't trouble me much
except when the smog clears and there they are,
with meaningless geometry, the stars.