Interstellar

exhausted by the enormity of everything
my eyes refuse to focus
and what is there to see?
//
so i surrender let them close
even though there’s so much of
nothing important to do
//
somewhere on another plane

a bell rings and a small bird
startled
drops a pebble into the pond of time
//
a shudder of hope ripples out
the distance it must travel unquantifiable
in the smallness of the mind
//
what will be left of this thin wave
when it collides with consciousness?
//
as the last shreds of daylight melt into

the myth of another day         
i wake to a chime i feel rather than hear
//
no miracle’s cured my life or the world
the dead are still dead and thousands more drop daily

but somewhere a small feathered something’s

singing bravely in the dark

//