I’m not an astrophysicist.
I’d rather leave my overture
into the expanse
to science —
I don’t care what happens
to the stardust clinging
to my sequoia lashes
once I take course downriver.
Remember, this is ash
we’re talking about.
If, for whatever reason,
I wink and nebulae explode
across the water —
the mortician has failed
in his work.
It’s not rocket science.
— DANIEL GAGE
Daniel Gage is a Midwest born librarian and writer, now living in Boston, Massachusetts. Daniel has always loved translating his brief musings on simple life and the great unknown into larger stories through poetry. He has previously published work in Big Windows Review and the Watershed Journal.