Place. It resonates in us in strange ways.
We are imprinted by it like salmon swimming upstream.
Do we stay rooted where we first appeared?
Or do we fledge and fly away across continents?
How long do we stay away from where we began?
And if we swim home again, how long does it take?
Like the moon, the places we carry inside us
pull and push us back and forth like ocean tides.
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Heliosphere
A hydrogen ribbon ties
Our universe together
In a protective bubble
Against solar radiation.
Wrapped up like a gift
We surge with the tides
And baste with the mud
More fragile than crystal
Naming everything
As if that would make it ours.
[Disposable Poem October 18, 2009]
Dr. Mike
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