Sol's Stray Poetry

                        Clouds In the village today         processions of cirrus clouds                                     passing across the fields of sky through the slow haze of afternoon                      each time I notice them I think of you                                       somewhere smiling or talking or simply being so casually beautiful                  ...

That random week  that ordinary unexpected morning when you awaken and realize all at once that no you're  not perfect but you are better than perfect better by far. You are real.

Where is it going so fast and faster this Milky Way galaxy  at over a million miles per hour zooming along towards the constellation  Leo, as if there's something  there that can't wait another millenium or two, then who is the hurried Conductor on board  it's not you, just here for the ride.

Distance An exercise in imagining considering star distance  the vastness between them  but witness how two massive galaxies with a hundred million  stars gravity drawn straight thru  each other like drifting ghost barges of celestial treasure yet no two stars will collide.