The Year We Mapped Pluto

We’ve been letting go
of anticipation for years
of what it means to stare skyward
while rockets burst in snow-glare
hands shoved into pockets for warmth
unclenching dreams. Our less-than
light-speed age makes only a step
from year’s end to year’s end
a stride across continents, oceans
black-cold space. We forget
shadow patterns of mountains/valleys
these daily frettings of snow and ice
even triumphs receding in photo-collage
even losses losing focus, gray

October, 2015 marked two years that I’ve been sharing my work through this blog. I am more than grateful for all of you who have visited, read, commented, and encouraged. Thank you, and Happy New Year!

16 thoughts on “The Year We Mapped Pluto”

  1. Yes. Indeed! It is so wierd. We are kinda thinking the same things these days. I am working on a poem now that has a very similar feel (but darker, because it is, well, me). Your opening and closing lines are prefect! Hmm.

    Congrats on two years of great work! So glad to be a pen pal.

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    1. Can’t wait to see how the vibe takes you. 🙂 It has been wonderful to have you here, looking forward to more poetic conversations with you in the new year!

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  2. This was lovely. And sad, too; I think it captures that longing we have to go back to the days when we were sending people to walk on the Moon, instead of just taking pictures of Pluto and whatnot.

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