It’s ancient Egypt and
scarab beetles, too—an
eternal recurrence of
lives to come nevermore.
It’s the narrowness
of the trail and the bottom
of Avalanche Pass, a dot
gleaming like a glatial tarn
and the glitter of a river in
its entirety. Time. Deep run
ning time. Clinging to cliffs.
The edge of a black hole, and
imaginary numbers. Where
all space and matter collapse.
George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, the Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in the USA Today, Wall Street Journal, the Atlantic, the Havana Times, the South China Morning Post, the Buffalo News, and more.