Poem # 44 Time Space Love

Time Space Love

Space and love are one and the same,
beyond the expanding volume of
the universe space ceases to exist,
and there we would

have no space to contend
with and no time.
In our shelters if we have no space,
time accelerates dangerously.
At high speeds time is stretched
and love can jump the tracks.
At the end of the day unless
we are riding a ray of light
like a cosmic cowboy, then we need
time to slow down, we need our space,
and even just a little bit of love
can illuminate a long shadow.

Poem # 43 Death Notices

Death Notices

Obituarys are towards the terminal end
Of the daily broadsheet.
I read them to marvel at the trail
individuals have left to mark their
path through life, while
I have only left muddy footprints.
There is no glimmer in the
image of the deceased,
however notable their life.
This is how the press indicates
respect for, or fear of, death.
The eyes of the significant one
in the image are
dull and flat,
as if the sparkle of
their lives and achievements
has been scattered like
magic dust amongst those
of us left behind.