Tobermory

Water so clear you see feet.
Night so clear you see stars.
Stars are the feet of solar systems.
Night is water if the light’s sky.
It’s getting light where most people live.
Most people—it’s time to get out of bed.

I’m in bed now—what do I know of people?
Most people get what’s light and clear, like
the night sky without stars equals fear, but with
means pride (on your soles, fine speck of system!).
The stars themselves so clearly have meaning
you nearly fall off your feet in the drink.

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My partner and I had the pleasure and privilege of escaping to Tobermory, Ontario, this summer for a couple nights alone. It’s really the most beautiful place I’ve been to in Ontario. Last night she prompted me to write about that gorgeous water that fills Georgian Bay.

Image source: Outdoor Photo Journey.

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Parse the weather (no walls, no canals)
what’s seen’s our bioluminesence.

Not our paths but the roadside fixtures
(though not the fixtures themselves).

Closer: no infrastructure. Networkers’ detrius.
The archeologist suggests: Leave everything,

thinking of their students’ students.
Gyres of threats and some apology.

We feared we’d freeze, and then we’d burn.
What we does rhymes with learn, but only only.

When I was young
we were running out of gum.

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Today’s poem was prompted with a simple request: write about manmade creation seen from space. After protesting even the Great Wall’s visibility’s a myth, my partner pointed out the lights. Bless her. Also thanks to Ben Ladouceur for the bit about archeology.

Image source: NASA.