Poems Page 1: The Glass is ColdBy Ginger Strivelli The glass is cold, well its more than mere glass, I know, not the mundane glass that fills a regular window. Its so cold to touch, but then why touch such a sealed threshold. Alas, portholes don't open, luckily, since space is even more cold. Its more like ice than glass, it's best to simply look without reaching for. But the veiw calls, calls with the melodious voice of one you adore. Earth, the Moon, even Mars, anywhere at all is preferable to the nowhere of space, anywhere that you can see, in fact, just anyplace that can be called a place. Oh, we are someplace, some theoretical pinpoint on a virual 3-D chart, but you can't name a pinpoint, and it's not where you hang you hat or your heart. So I gaze out at my home, at the glass that is not real, For the glass is cold, and that cold is too alike the cold, I already feel! |
