Mars Passing

Poetry is the voice of the soul, the memories, the things untold. Two years after my husband Gene passed away, I realized that the space between us had eclipsed the years we’d shared. Today, eleven years after that, I’m in a different orbit that he will never know. But sometimes, memories collide with the present and set old feelings in motion once again.

Mars Passing

Mars came in view today.
straining with unaided vision
I thought I saw its red blur
pinpointed in night’s vista.

Scarlet and blue
sharing a slit of infinity.

For planets
orbits are predictable.
For lives
they are haphazard at best.

Even in Mars’ near distance tonight
I stole a glimpse of the universe.
But I couldn’t see you.


Copyright © 2005 by Laura Wasson Warfel