Stories from a Star

Reduced by age and tumors
To an ass, I lie here in the fury

Of the day, my life confined to rumors
Of the grass, the vast and blurry

Forest sealed off by thermal glass,
A silent white aquarium

Where such spectacles amass
As dwarf my sanitarium,

With its walls of sun that coat
The woods with solar bark,

Its screens of light that float
Like waves into the dripping dark:

A world as far removed from mine
As old home movies always are,

A diorama from another time
As distant as a dying star.

December 29th, 1993