Meeting Place
By Ken Duffin
11 September 2006
[Editor's Note: Many thanks to Ken Duffin for giving us permission to reprint his work for a limited time in conjunction with Greg Beatty's "Reading the Rhysling."]
Not in my lifetime, nor that of my sun;
but beyond the final collapse when
the last static ashes and
clinkered proteins bleed
slowly, from the microcracks of the next
cosmic egg—then
and there will spin
the tiny helix, eternally recurring,
lapped by pale and teeming future seas.
Perhaps we'll meet?
Say yes;
say . . . an eon from now,
beside the gently sloping banks
of the gene pool. Come
as you were,
and I'll bring the wine.
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