Philae

“May the troubled wanderers who have lost their way
Meet with fellow travellers”

Shantideva (Bodhicaryavatara)

Philae, my love,

fall with grace

into silence

while I wait,

riveted.

Ride on the surface

of the comet

and look back –

we are but dust,

reflected by the Sun:

see that blue speck?

we are there

where what has happened

will. Over and over;

some wait in the cities

some wait in the factories

some wait in the classrooms

some wait in the fields

some wait locked in their

endless regrets

where forgotten dreams

sleep – nothing new under

the Sun

the computers blip,

the coffee cups grow

cold

faces tense

what are they thinking?

What will they gain from the toil,

but the journey?

Some think of the data,

some of the food they

left out this morning

by mistake

some of their mothers,

their fathers or brothers,

their lovers

or the book they left

in the bus – by mistake

as you fall, my love.

I wait.