Walking south, oh April fool
Flings sudden, sharp, flakes of snow,
No, more like hurling disks,
Horizontally, they attack me.
I am a starship light-traveling through the cosmos
Shields up, lunge forward, engage the stinging gale.
Here at the edge of the universe,
Setting course to the western sun
Ends of days, thoughts bleak with the onslaught,
Stalking the borders of being and nothingness
And then a turn to the north,
The route familiar, leading home
And lo’ the sun appears,
The sky an azure blue
The meteors have gone, all
The darkness dispelled
I am returned to lightness.