I require an entirety of you,
A surfeit solution nothing else but
Later or sooner I will draw nearer
A vertical mile’s clear separation,
To watch ptarmigan cracked silences,
Before I dispatch the sky back to you.
Somehow these many years’ oscillations
Harmonise to condense in steady state.
No stuff anti stuff annihilation,
No empty horizon of absent light.
Is it an answer, or only a kludge,
To contain and constrain our universe?
No dark matter, just singular us, with
Time, the river, and that old bridge crossed.
By Steve Smart
Steve lives in Scotland and he says: “After five and a half decades the world only seems to become stranger. I am writing more poetry now. Aspiring seems like quite a big word.”