Ken's Poetry

Without Weight

Here is a space
where radio images
shatter invisible ether

where light shafts
pass through the black
unseen

airlessly sharp
stars grind frozen tears
to glass

and icelessly cold the dark
sucks at the flimsy
capsule’s clothes

silence beats the heart
echoes from planet to star
free-falling into space.

Below, the blinding blue
of the earth’s disk
bathed in curled clouds

bubbling with water and breath
shouts its colours loud
to the universe.

High as forever
the astronaut gasps for words
in a weightless heaven.