The Globe
The Globe
I spin the globe
with my fingertips,
reading wrinkled
mountain ranges
like a person reading braille.
I find the spot
that means home
and try to imagine it
on a real-sized planet
swooping through endless darkness,
part of a massive solar system,
and the thought
feels too big
to fit
in my head.
© Elizabeth Steinglass, all rights reserved, 2015
“Too big to fit in my head”…so true. Globes are one of my favorite things. :o)
I still haven’t grown into that thought. One more poem to go, Liz… woohoo!