Tonight's Poet Corner: Escape From The Inevitable

Escape From The Inevitable
by Belinda Roddie

Now hot, now cold, I see the sun's
fluctuations, its stumbles and bows, its
somber smile dripping like waxen gold
from its burning lips. This is not the end,

but the beginning; in due time, the oceans
will be slurped up like scalding soup, salt
lingering on our tongues as our skin chars
against our mortal grills. We'll flee in ships

round as baseballs, and stitched like such,
but made with steel instead of leather, and run
with circuits instead of cork. We'll make new homes
among other dying stars and eat from square tins,
all while we still sing, still write, still speak

with one another on our enclosed balconies,
watching a shooting star dissolve again and again
and again, disappearing into the darkness
that will push our galaxy farther and further
away from us, swirling like milk into
the black coffee of the cosmos.