The Milky Way was really quite enough
to trim me down to size
but even so I thought it fine
to spread a quilt beneath the stars
and mark my spot
beside the universal edge.
But then those damned astronomers
had to mess the whole thing up
with stellar maps and Hubble pics
that proved beyond the pale
that those fuzzy little nebulae
are really other galaxies.
Hold enough, I say. That’s most unfair!
Who needs another million Milky Ways?
Well, if that's the way it has to be,
then I'll just fold my blanket up
and go inside.
where I'm ever so much bigger!
August, 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A meaning with a smile... you are so good at that. t x