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