Perspective Poem by Charlotte Gunther

Driving along the interstate
into the setting sun,
Making a fist of my hand
I block the blinding disk.
Aha, my fist is bigger than the sun,
I can see clearly now.
There is no sun, only the light I need.

Peering through the heavens
into eternity,
Making a fist of the years
to block Immensity.
Aha, time is bigger than eternity,
now I can understand,
Forever is vague, time is certainty.

Catching waves from distant things,
I see sound, - I hear light.
Aiming the 'scopes at the sky,
Setting the radar to hear,
Aha, my machines, so very clever,
now I can grasp it all.
Man wins! Its only a matter of time.


Shall we, with a fist, block the sun
by which we see?
Shall we, with a span of decades, erase
eternity?
Shall we, with big eyes and ears, diminish
infinity?
God rules! No Time is like His Present.


Charlotte Gunther
May 1995