Words Poem by D A Phinney

Launched like a thousand ships I send my words out into space,
That vast more vaster than eternity, twixt you and me;
And wonder how mutated after their generations,
How changed they will arrive;
And how that some will founder, some collide, some simply miss;
While others just go drift, lost, gone into that blank
Uncharted separateness.

Still there are those which, if they don't slip through, will dock,
And barter with you over the worth of their cargo;
And then will take to land,
To build a few more houses in the wilds of memory,
Or in cities long ago conceived, or, clearing some dead trees,
Perhaps they'll break new ground.