Old Salt

“She’s free — She’s on her last destination”
Words from the poet
From a man long since on his destination
How long did it take to form that thought
An instant a lifetime

If each star were a neuron firing in the void
Would the Milky Way be capable
Of forming such a thought in less than an eon
Or has it already done so
In the pen of a full sailed poet

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Old Salt Kossabone“)