Sunset on the Turnpike

Sunset on the Turnpike

Black holes and naked singularity

Keep me in constant awe of outer space-

I haven't felt the force of gravity

Collapse my inner sense of time or place.

Perhaps my limited trajectory

Protects me from the rims of galaxies

Or this confining earthbound entropy

Defies extremes of griefs or ecstasies.

Sunset on the Turnpike describes my state-

Not truly glacial, but perhaps devoid

Of cosmic movement, blending slow and late

Into a kind of twilight trapezoid-

Sky above, earth below, the sides as stark

As the event horizon, and as dark.

George N. Braman, MD

Bronx, NY 10471