Traveling beyond the galactic rim
I see a familiar form
And rush in joy to see a fellow earthling
Exhausted from isolation
Bouncing along a muddy road
I hear my native tongue
And turn to greet a fellow American
Hungry for conversation
Returning from one town over
I read campaign slogans
And hope for a course well chosen
Fearing the strangers next door
-T. Weeks
(A response to “From Paumanok
Starting I Fly Like a Bird”)
Life Immense 