haiku
by rcribay
sky suddenly darkening,
wind bending branches–
i wait for the rain.
i posit that all of this gas
and carbon nonsense is
the molecules within a falling
raindrop, electrons and
other scientific things popping
and fizzing as supernovas in
a black abyss. that chances are
we will be crushed on an umbrella,
that man will have spent all
of his time sitting in front of computer
screens, watching geniuses blabber,
positing about carbon and raindrops,
and plop,
right on some 9 year old’s hannah
montana umbrella. she’ll be livin’ like
us, ears closed, just like one big
epic irony. for feelings,
i guess.
Sore fingers slide across
controls, across switches,
they’ve been going far to long
and now they’re crashing
through the atmosphere
and how they’ll ever get back
I don’t know.
But even then, they’ve
got a long, long way to go.
