Fear of the Cosmos

(After Su Tung Po)

I open the window,
and breathe the spring air.
I stare at a sickle moon.
The night is incredibly clear.
I can hear crickets,
hidden in the grass
singing discordant hymns.
I’m lost in memories
of springs past.
I drink a glass of wine.
I’ll soon be fifty-five.
The stars surround me,
a halo in the sky,
but they are far away.
They bring me no cheer,
and they’ve been dead
for millions of years.

George Freek is a poet/playwright living in Belvidere, IL. His poetry has recently appeared in Carcinogenic Poetry, The Adelaide Review, Off Course, The Tipton Poetry Journal, The Ottawa Review of the Arts, and The Sentinel Liteayr Quarterly. His plays are published by Playscripts, Inc.; Lazy Bee Scripts; and Off The Wall Plays.