Snowflake - edited

Twenty odd years into the century

with strange happenings in all

corners of a pale blue dot;

It was said that hearts frozen 

in loneliness blow up dead stars

As well as they could men, 

women and children 

All it took was a cocktail of 

snowflakes & ancient uranium 

Or maybe it was a myth, 

from many years before 

When watchmakers were yet 

To melt needles into back-lit digits 

When all of those spaces 

between words, could be painted

into pages of a stranger’s thoughts 

A nuance, a comma, the way one 

Goes about collecting snowflakes 

Sitting on the equator peering into 

instant-faces, hash-tags, story-lines

Distant galaxies of other-peoples- worlds

Twenty odd years into the century

with strange happenings in all

corners of a pale blue dot;

There is no room 

to remember differently from you, 

those shades of an afternoon spent 

In the rain; frozen forever 

into filtered pictures of fun,

So no, not not even one of these

seven billion jailed by a tiny thread 

of nucleic acids will find the will

to swim, to implode or to search 

for another star, another flight, another 

way to hug families now fully aware 

that the famed vastness of oceans, 

Is no longer a myth

Bit by bit, before the snowflakes 

settle, we dig the earth for another 

hour, another way to spend the year

And sent a camera-craft to Mars for uranium 

 

(As posted to Facebook poetry group)