Out the window
I do not see
the mountains
I know are there
behind the fog.
Do you think
the universe
is indifferent?
he asks.
New snow
obscures
all the lines
on the road.
The radio
is silent.
Yes, I say.
Rosemerry,
he says,
are you
indifferent?
Ahh, that Danny. Surely there’ll be no simple, non-penetrating questions from a traveling poet-astronomer.
You, and he, have given us a something to assimilate and ponder.
Thank you, Rosemerry and Danny, each and both, for coming.
Very clever, the way you don’t answer the second question but the question is better than any answer. I also think the pauses and spaces in this very narrow poem speak volumes.