Tethered to the Wheel of Fire
Poem by Lloyd Michael Lohr
Alone in the cosmic desert,
we struggle for discourse with the unknown,
tethered to this dominion of moon and earth,
but the children of Draco are calling,
yet we languish in our inability to fly among the stars,
and in this frustration we make ready the dogs of ill tempered
regard.
This single longing of humanity,
ageless in its origins,
ceaseless in its lingering,
to feel the touch of an alien hand on the rim of eternity,
as we are led into a new world of wonder,
but alas, it is nothing more than a remote daydream.
As we stumble into another segue of static culture,
and conjure forth even more demons of our shared despair,
we gaze to the night sky and swallow hard our earthbound fate,
and wonder what might have been,
and what still could be,
as the haunting apparition fades from our mind.
Poem copyright © 1999 by Lloyd Michael Lohr <lohrl@marietta.edu>
Artwork "Triaxular Moderation" copyright © 1999 by Romeo Esparrago <public@romedome.com>
