Houston

Only yesterday your prairies
gave birth, painlessly,
to these glass buildings,
now reflecting, vicariously,
the coldness of the space age,
your infinite blue skies
enticing curious astronauts
to time’s outer edge,
testing the limits of their courage
as if there’s no tomorrow.

But would it be different
had we met in ancient Rome,
another city preoccupied
with spatial conquest,
lands constantly contested,
on distant battlefields –
while cities lived and died
as if there was no tomorrow.

Even before lying down
in our space capsule,
isolated from time,
you knew the futility
of taking me as your muse,
a traveling salesman,
an itinerant lover floating by
with the other flotsam of life.

For there was no Houston,
before you and I arrived
and there’ll be no Houston
after we leave tomorrow,
putting us to the same
ancient test of time:
to live and love today,
knowing there’s no tomorrow.

Chris Hastins

Houston

ChrisHastins

Joined January 2008

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