In pictures, each floats the sky alone,
its surface marked by steri-strips:
a mole becomes a knob-headed pin,
the scars where miners have gone in, blurred Xs.
By now the vast canals, some silted shut,
seem stonily immune to probes
pinging home faint discomforts.
So we're relieved both worlds include
only the grayish skies they drift through
and just one cupola or darkened hut.
These last, by signaling each other,
can gather, as the great head of Buddha
does from his amazing topknot,
all tender, contradictory feelings.
TODAY IN SLATE
More Than Scottish Pride
Scotland’s referendum isn’t about nationalism. It’s about a system that failed, and a new generation looking to take a chance on itself.
IOS 8 Comes Out Today. Do Not Put It on Your iPhone 4S.
Why Greenland’s “Dark Snow” Should Worry You
Three Talented Actresses in Three Terrible New Shows
The Human Need to Find Connections in Everything
It’s the source of creativity and delusions. It can harm us more than it helps us.
Happy Constitution Day!
Too bad it’s almost certainly unconstitutional.