Virgo H121

By Deborah P Kolodji

22 May 2006

In perpetual night,

a galaxy without suns

rotates through the ages.

A gas cloud spins its wheels

unable to form the stars

of sister galaxies

so the light never quite comes on

and people are never born

on planets which do not form

around stars which aren't meant to be.

We listen to weak radio emissions,

deduce its existence

but not its purpose

or its mystery.

Bathed by the light

of our planet's sun,

we remain in the dark.

Deborah P Kolodji works in information technology to fund her poetry obsessions. She is a member of the Science Fiction Poetry Association and the Haiku Society of America. Her first chapbook of science fiction poetry, Symphony of the Universe, was recently published by Sam's Dot Publishing. You can see more of Deborah's work in our archives. You can also find out about Deborah's works on her website and contact her at dkolodji@aol.com.