By Andrew R. Duckworth
Fading glow over the western horizon,
The last ripples of a pebble disrupting calm water,
So slowly that last ripple travels
And fades back to a serene glaze
Where reflections don’t distort
And the mind takes off like a soaring eagle
Owning the sky in flight.
Fading autumn sun
But thought unleashed
Unbound from the setting of suns
Unbound from the small backyard
Expanding like never ending waters of an endless sea,
Unbound from Earth,
Reaching out to Proxima Centauri
And zipping back at the speed of light
Cleansed in the freshness of unknown horizons.
Poetry of Andrew Ryan Duckworth 