Look What I Found 


Those eyes in distant cities
Still scan my screen from afar.
It is so easy nowadays 
To be robbed from anywhere 
In the country, in the world. 

I hear other fingertips 
Tapping on keyboards 
While I type this on my own.
Hopefully they will like this. 
They can steal this poem.



Errors In The System


We could not get it right,
Those signals from the stars.
Our vocabulary of the infinite 
Could not articulate the knowledge.

Communication here on Earth
Rarely does much better,
A never ending guessing game
With the truth a moving target. 

We must fudge the results 
At a galactic level,
As well as for the local
And the very personal. 

We seem to get by often
With an approximation.
That's only when we're lucky.
Error is what we are,
For we are terminally human, 
Even if that's wrong.



Another Tuesday


It is Tuesday and I am unimportant.
Which is fine.
Why should Tuesday be any different 
Than the other days in the week?

If I squash some bugs under my feet,
Or trample flowers planted
In areas for public viewing,
Maybe my stature will grow.

But only inside my head.
Outside my skull I’ll remain
A little man on a tiny planet
That thinks it’s a lot bigger.