| Time and Place
I sit on the back stairs, leaning against the rail,
Gazing up at constellations,
Failing to see any I know a name for.
But I have seen nameless stellar nations before,
That rise and fall. I shall never see them all.
Yet, I know that I am here, and they are there.
And name or not, none of us will fail
To be where we are,
At least until we find ourselves in another spot.
There are lots of spots. And there is lots of space.
And one spot seems as good as another.
A star is as close as a brother,
Or a friend, or beginning, or end.
There is a rabbit on the moon,
Carving out some ancient rune
About relationship and one’s place,
And how time is relative to all.
There is a small rabbit between my feet,
Waiting to go to his hutch for the night.
We might fair as well as anything.
For now, he listens. And I sing.
And out in the valley, a freight train
Wails like some cow lost in the rain.
I wonder why a train wails so, going up the grade.
~ Daniel F Mitchell
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