Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Venus In The Evening, Venus In The Morning
Venus is closer to the Sun
than Earth is. Venus seems to run
to catch up with us, to be near.
But close, Venus will disappear.
Venus disappears twice, fading
to a crescent, then vanishing
into the glare of the sunset.
Then Venus, the nearest planet,
is nearest but untouchable,
here with us but invisible
to any Earthbound telescope.
Our eye machines grab light, can’t cope
with pure stuff direct from the source,
the Sun running its daytime course.
And when Venus does reappear,
early, if the dawn sky is clear,
Venus is a crescent waxing,
running away fast, perplexing
our mirrors, lenses, brain machines
dreaming of more beautiful scenes.
Venus, leaving, gets small, gets whole.
Venus, away from Earth, stays whole.
All this reminds me of something.
Something like a song I can’t sing
because I know the lyrics but
the song’s melody has been cut
from my mind by a laser beam.
Something like a fake, fake, fake dream.
Something so close my brain machine
can’t cope with the thoughts these words mean.