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!

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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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