physics scifaiku poetry tanka
Inertial
tanka
utterly still
in his slight ship
while suns spin past,
and gas clouds too,
brewing up new lives
of a hundred
generations since,
does one think
about the one con
who got away?
“But as the winter light glared
off the white river and the snowy fields,
I knew that I was as motionless as a man on a couch
“and that the things I was gazing at—
with affection, I should add—
were really the ones that were doing the moving,
running as fast as they could
on their invisible legs
in the opposite direction of the train.…”
from “Albany,” by Billy Collins
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