Esther reminds me that there is
more than one man in the universe.
I spend a lot of time
thinking about cosmology.
Our universe is nearly fourteen billion
years old, not that large a number,
considering America’s billionaires
and their infinite quest for more.
Cosmology sometimes gets confused
with cosmetology, not unlike the way
astronomy and astrology are not
the same thing. In the HuffPost I
read you may not spend your life
with your true love.
Probably there were earlier universes
or proto-universes or something.
John Lennon, young, alive and beautiful,
sings “Across the Universe” on TV
in the documentary, Let It Be.
Twice in my life I have been in love.
Neither ended happily ever after.
Fifty years later, the break-up
of the Beatles interests me less
than watching them create and perform.
I wake from a dream. Paul McCartney
scribbles lyrics while strapped
into a seat on a spaceship.
I tell myself, Just get to work.