Strange Planet

From the collection Picture Making, published 2017. The three photos served as the inspiration for the poem. For more information, look here.

Strange Planet

The meteorite
a silver ball of shiny foil squeezed up tight
crinkled where it’s not cratered
lands on the dark surface of the planet
and rolls. The ranks of
impassive identical observers
take note of its unique skipping motion
as the meteorite bumps along.

So what
they think
in unison.
We’ve got stacks and stacks
of round things that rolled.
When they came to a halt
We piled them up behind the garage.
So what.

The meteorite tumbles on
its journey not over
until it decides
it’s over.
The stacks
behind the garage
in envy.



5 thoughts on “Strange Planet

  1. Think of the tiny beings living on it and then you really get a lot to think about. Populated by anything from germs (the prosaic) to tiny happy beings who all get along (the ideal?)…

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