Come away, Love; we've had it here.
What better time to leave than Winter
when the nights are long?
Now while Orion strides the sky, the Dog Star at his heels,
we'll quit this tilted Earth that loops around the same sun every year
and hunt for different fields of stars.
And why should we regret the loss of Spring?
Regret fades fast in vagrant minds like ours.
We'll flash by Saturn first and spin away
in spirals far beyond Magellan's clouds,
aiming whatever we've become toward some dark mass
backlit by the secret suns its dust obscures.
Black holes be damned! And if one sucks us in,
think what a ride we'll have!
.
Here is my hand.
See how the flesh has fallen away
and veins show like the skeletons of leafless trees?
It still holds warmth.
Take it and come fearless
while we run the risks of Time.
We shall be stripped of everything, of course,
pared down to our essential selves;
but on we'll go beyond imaginable Beyond until
we reach the last horizon of events.
There we will rest together,
timeless
and complete
Jane J. Robinson.
June 2008
