There will be no vegetables with dimpled skin, no onions at all,
no lumpy tubers with bulbous names, turnip, yam, rutabaga, beet!

All food will come in shades of apricot, snow, and viridian green,
you will have a new satin robe and sable slippers with pearl beads,

armfuls of leaves, twenty white falcons who will pivot at your bidding,
a faucet that will gush on a whim the sparkling drink of your choice,

a rare glass paperweight collection, a cat who, like you, will never
die.
Will old friends and lovers be waiting for you there? I do not know.

Would you really want that anyhow? Why not let this planet
and its people spin away. Choose to remember them faintly

and without affection, as characters from a supermarket paperback,
the footing but not the feeling of a dance you once performed,

a kaleidoscope pattern of beads that long since has shifted,
pairs of forgotten leather gloves rotting in lost-and-found bins.

Amuse yourself by conjuring storms on Saturn's thirty moons
then visiting each, one by one: ice-nipped, numb, nude, free.


By: Jynne Dilling Martin

A story of the gods is quite interesting, I enjoyed it very much.

:)

G