Clear Day Sonnet
The universe is expanding,
refuses to go on a diet,
loves blended whisky
and seventy-two percent cacao dark chocolate.
NASA thought a Saturn Five rocket
might pop the universe like a balloon,
but thirteen flights have exceeded orbit
and run into nothing but circles around the moon.
The bass swim the river unconcerned
and geese follow their migratory patterns.
A machine grinds a lens for my glasses
so I may see far far away.
Another galaxy? No.
But Texas from the top of the Sandia Mountains.
copyright © 2018 Kenneth P. Gurney
