The fog came in and cut the hard edges off Monday morning,
Which really didn't do much good because a cold rain
Fell through it and soaked down to my soul.
It is the kind of day when reality bends and
The big questions beg for answers,
Like where does the spark go when it leaves?
I mean we turn out the lights, but the beam travels
Endlessly, the fastest thing we know, to the end
Of what?
The universe? Time? (Whatever time means compared to eternity)
So, the light in our eyes, where does it go when the power is cut?
Or am I supposed to accept, Dr. Hawking, the light we make
Rubbing two sticks together is superior to the light in us because we
Can't yet find the formula for sentience or measure
It's limits beyond what we can see?
Big questions, foggy, rainy Monday and I am alone
A week after the light went out in dad.
I expect he’s out past Jupiter by now, heading home.
He’s also right beside me, I can feel him, thank God.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 3:41 PM UTC
The fog came in and cut the hard edges off Monday morning,
Which really didn't do much good because a cold rain
Fell through it and soaked down to my soul.
It is the kind of day when reality bends and
The big questions beg for answers,
Like where does the spark go when it leaves?
I mean we turn out the lights, but the beam travels
Endlessly, the fastest thing we know, to the end
Of what?
The universe? Time? (Whatever time means compared to eternity)
So, the light in our eyes, where does it go when the power is cut?
Or am I supposed to accept, Dr. Hawking, the light we make
Rubbing two sticks together is superior to the light in us because we
Can't yet find the formula for sentience or measure
It's limits beyond what we can see?
Big questions, foggy, rainy Monday and I am alone
A week after the light went out in dad.
I expect he’s out past Jupiter by now, heading home.
He’s also right beside me, I can feel him, thank God.
