Neptune and his band
are practicing in the garage
for the gig they’ll play
at tomorrow’s unveiling
of the latest high-speed train,
while the sun’s third-grade class
makes the biggest rainbow ever
for sheep to jump over
when humans can’t sleep.
Distracted, the moon has only one eye on Earth,
where fountains of diamond water
(you’ve seen them at Versailles)
give birth to fish
that climb up trees
to eat lush leaves.
From blue tiles in Mediterranean houses,
oceans and clouds emerge.
Swimming in the turquoise water
is Tessa, a Dutch girl
going for The Little Prince’s
with his travel lust, too.
As if the water
were parallel bars,
she gets hold of a cloud,
believing that’s where her grandmother
has settled after a long
Back home in the Dutch village
works Tessa’s uncle Jan,
about to give the cows a good milking.
“The tractor needs a new tire,”
he says to his wife,
before they are consumed by a tornado.
Meanwhile on Montauk,
dusts itself off
to welcome vacationers
clad in designer swimwear.
writing for The Big Bang Daily,
meets his deadline,
as his readers gather
at The First and Last Café.
He has challenged
nearly every evolutionary theory –
“What will the Galactic Counsel say?” –
and reported on the little girl’s return to Holland:
her classmates are missing in the storm.
“At sunrise let’s send her a rainbow.”
About tan lines
(the Moon’s fluff piece)
his readers couldn’t care less.
“Some humans have their priorities
all mixed up.”
The Big Bang Daily is the first piece in a poetry series entitled Grilled Cheese Sandwiches and Other Tales of Love and Loss, published in stages by Sally O’Dowd. The painting, Terminal Intensity, is courtesy of artist David Ehlen.