Copernicus, Oceanus Procellarum (or, Earthrise)
It is no small thing that somehow
in this supposedly advanced age
there are still those who think
the earth is flat when it is
clearly
a sphere. There is no
other side of the world. Only the long slow
curve of an object with
just one side,
in three dimensions.
Or four, if you count time, that fuzz
through which our globe slowly spins,
giving us the impression that
dark is somehow
distinct
from light. There is no
night and day. Only the long broad
sweep of our motion through
common hours,
moving in one direction.
……
This poem is from the This Night, Hold Me Close by Richard Edgar Wilson (Finishing Line Press), and can be found at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/this-night-hold-me-close-by-richard-edgar-wilson/
Richard Edgar Wilson is a technical writing and education consultant based in Austin, TX. He is also an occasional poet, liturgist, and essayist. His work has been featured in the collections Words for Winter and Words for Spring. This Night, Hold Me Close is his first collection of original poetry.
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