Brian Spears

Poet, Editor, Teacher, Blogger.

Day 22

Just jammed this out in the break between classes. It’s an earth poem, and that’s really all I think I need to tell you about it. It’s pretty straightforward. I knew that learning the Greek alphabet while in the fraternity would pay off one day.


is not alpha and omega;
more like iota and upsilon,
maybe even rho or sigma–
depends whether black holes
or a neighboring galaxy
get to us first. But for now,
it’s what we have–green and brown,
gray, blue, almost dead in places
with no Miracle Max nearby
to accuse it of cheating at cards.
And unaware of who we are
or what we do to it, which is good
since we’re real fucks mostly.
But if earth is iota and rho
or sigma or upsilon, then we
are the tiniest fraction of a segment
between mu and nu, a distraction,
a margin of error on a cosmic scale.


April 22, 2010 - Posted by | National Poetry Month, original poetry, Poetic Asides |

1 Comment »

  1. Maybe instead of being a “fraction of a segment,” we could be an intake of breath. Needless to say, I love it. Thoroughly humbling. Happy Earth Day!

    Comment by Amy | April 22, 2010 | Reply

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