The Horizon Problem

This long tarnished evening,
a drop in temperature 
and time, 
another tantrum in the feed.

Just imagine being this alive:
an atom on the planetarium ceiling,
a government moon
shrinking in the cold
tethered to data 
barely a germ when all this began.

I keep a rogue wire, 
some vintage node,
attuned to rumours of
The Sudden Arrest,
pocket universes

tantalizing as the train through town, 
salt’n’vinegar,
a second moon
sliding across the aqueduct
or a sedan window.

Transmit me the cheat codes 
for getting into Heaven.
Or Asgard, or Faerie, or Shambhala,
or the parking lot 
out behind the Miracle Mart.

Can you hear me?

Maybe a supernova will go off
but maybe it won’t.

All good ships must come to rest.

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Poetry
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October 16,
2020
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1-minute
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Jeff Parent

is a poet and stay-home dad from Québec’s Eastern Townships. He has an MA in Creative Writing and English Literature from Concordia University and his poems have been published by The Fiddlehead, The League of Canadian Poets, The/tƐmz/Review, FreeFall Magazine and The Quarantine Review amongst others. Jeff’s first chapbook, This Bygone Route, will be published by 845 Press in November, 2020.

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