Strung between two posts
Like a clothes-line of yesterday,
Wire waits for photons
Carrying cosmic energy
Into waiting ears
Hungering to hear others
Continents away
Showering space with human thoughts
Freed from gravity,
While discs of every size
Adorn the landscape
Keeping us safe from loneliness
And each other
As space is folded between us.
Reaching out is hard
Wired into the human brain
Stalks twitching in search
Of something to sustain the soul
Food for the journey
Into the land of tomorrow
Where the unknown dwells
Awaiting its discovery;
While we grope about
Tentatively touching everything
But reality
Hidden in its closeness to us,
Longing to be told
We are not alone or bereft
Of any meaning
In reaching beyond our small world
To grasp the cosmos
Encompassing our destiny.
Thus we string the world
With wires that end in empty space,
A synaptic void
Hearing a violin singing
The human longing
To touch what lies beyond our reach
But within our dreams,
Filaments reaching to the stars.
İRon Cebik 2008
