The Speed Of Light Poem by Jan Sand

The Speed Of Light



Come with me to a star
Sixty light years away
And look back
With super eyes
At the small blue point
We call the Earth.
Squint to see the peninsula
We call Florida.
The morning sun
Has struck the sea
With lines of fire.
There on the beach
Where quiet waves
Throw long smooth curves
On the flats of sand
My mother and my father
Perch on folding stools
Before stick easels
Wetting Watman paper
With streaks of ultramarine
And prussian blue.
Strands of seaweed
In thick tangled piles
Meander on for miles
Along the empty beach
Concealing treasures.
Curly spiral wormshells,
Pink scallops, purple mussels
Thumbnail sized,
Strange hooked eggs of sharks,
Round sea beans liked cusped doorknobs.
My brother, ten years old,
And I, twelve,
Shuffle slowly through the piles
Garnering delights.
Florida like that
Is long gone.
But the image
Of my father, my mother
My brother and I
And the glory that was Florida
Is sailing out
Into the universe
At the speed of light.

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