Situated in this vast wasteland,
I find myself alone,
Adrift as a speck of dust
On the winds of time.
A dim glow can be seen on the horizon
As the first star of the evening rises in the eastern sky.
I project my hopes and dreams on this lone celestial entity.
Draped on the side of an empty road
Is a surrealist clock.
Studying its mechanisms, I consult my bestiary in a clearing at night
As the howl of the Virginia wolf calls into the void.
It’s a cry for comfort and reassurance,
Even as it’s drowned out by the sound of rushing water.
The heart on the ultrasound screen
Becomes a telescopic image
Of the universe within us all.
A solitary planet in a sea of nothingness,
Keeping in time with the music of the spheres.
© Chester Sakamoto