Strange Planet

Spinning on the periphery
A lush planet intent on a stable orbit.
It might not be the center of the universe,
But it gravitates nonetheless.



What strange creatures live there!
Endless streams of writhing lemmings
Cooing, gurgling dolphins in the spray
And thriving societies of hermit crabs.



So lovingly it rotates
Showing every continent to an effulgent sun.
In longing sighs it turns its seas
below the daily horizon.



Those darkened, paranoid chaparrals
Teem with life and wayward daydreams.
Psychropiles abound in the polar caps
And cry for light, glorious light.


(c) Stacie Ferrante
2-21-08