That Cosmic Joke

Photo by Klemen Vrankar on Unsplash

There’s a fabric we call
existence — it lies
gossamer thin like
any desperate hovering mist
& we plunge in again & again
at Aphrodite’s seductive behest.
It’s the finest of tricks
drawing us in — in from
immortality & on to two legs.
No wonder I used to drink &
fall down, but surrender is not getting
up, yet somehow I always did.
Now, I bow, hardly leave my knees —
not for a minute if I can help it.
I learned to face towards infinity
finally discovered the object
of my gaze was the subject ‘I’
long looking out to see.

Copyright Simon Heathcote