September 6, 2011 § Leave a comment
Grand Old Man of Space,
Poor-box objects observed from the air,
Fresh winds sighing,
Suggest atmospheric decisions.
The G.O.M.O.S. is an octogenarian who reportedly flies under his own power. Most of the other persons—those I know about—who populate this assembled-sentence world have never seen him and think he’s a myth. But I suspect he’s real, and supernatural in a reluctant sort of way. Certainly he does things that are beyond the comprehension of mere mortals:
Old man dipped down
and shook barrels of wet sugar sacks.
Hours in steel-toed boots
kept him grounded.
His strange tasks serve some sort of purpose. I am searching for an explanation.