A sweaty, surly recluse, <br />With a cigar dangling from his lips, <br />Polishes the vast concave telescope mirror. <br />When he’s done stripping away <br />Layer after layer of dust and debris, <br />The inward looking glass <br />Reveals the most distant star. <br /> <br />- imagery inspired by a passage in First Light, by Richard Preston <br /> <br />© 2008 All rights reserved<br /><br />Michelle Claus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/divorcing-ego/
