2186 - Space racing

The universe is almost infinite

It can't be truly infinite because

There may be other universes that

Could be infinite too, both in numbers

And size, and meanwhile the planets and stars

In our insignificant galaxy

Rush apart as we go through the light years

Thanks to that mysterious dark energy

That though invisible, beats gravity

And stretches space past the outer limits

Faster than light, if we can see far as

Thanks to Hubble we seem able to see

Though we feel separate, we're all part of it

All subject to the same natural laws

1287 - Tone's bones moans

This month the cold wind marches through my bones
A brittle feeling encroaches at length
The coldest winter for some years, someone
On TV said on February the tenth
The daffodils remain in their green tents
The crocuses and snowdrops top the bill
Still; infernally non-vernal events
Cry hocus pocus to scientists’ shrill
Sermons of global warning. Ate my fill
Of mushy cauliflower at Mum’s home
But the chicken was yummy. Just a glimpse
Of brother and his kids. They took a ball
To the wind-blasted beach, while from my phone
I read Mum some jokes that could give offence

1285 - Threshold of the weekend

Another long day at work, but Friday
Means it doesn’t really matter that much
The weekend beckons, if only to say
These next two days are yours, so seize them; clutch
Whatever you can, and hang on; it’s such
A short time till you slip back down into
That dark chasm; feel sunlight’s warmer touch
On your face that you see on weekdays through
The office windows. Walk the hills, the blue
Infinite ceiling of nature displayed
For your pleasure, revealing like a torch
In the dark, brilliant corners, dazzling hues
And sensual smells; creatures that run or lay
As you take part in evolution’s search