One Shot Tue-wednesday

Galileo’s Cannonball

The young
return home again,
always hurrying,
and see
some small dislocation
from memory:
“We moved the large dishes
into the other cabinet.”

Such subtleties
ease us,
a momentary mercy,
into the cascade
of separations from the past:

new manners,
music,
technologies,
celebrities,
neighborhoods, countries
flitting past, replaced
by others which also fade,

then one rips through
the brutal shock
of briefly mislaid loved ones
rediscovered
in graveyards—

followed by
a blind descent downward
until making
our most lasting impression
on the earth.

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4 thoughts on “One Shot Tue-wednesday

  1. The title really hits home in the last stanza–mortality as a problem of physics or a mental convention just doesn’t go far enough, but we seem to have to all come to that spot of realization on our own.

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