The Pleiades (1885) by Elihu Vedder
This is a language game
with serious yet imaginary consequences.
The world chases its own tail
around an equator with a tilted, wobbly spin.
There are times when I feel that
I am not from here.
I have nothing to do with this place.
I have crash-landed from a more stable planet.
I am stranded among violent natives—
Though I came in peace! I come bearing gifts!
Sometimes I want nothing but to hear the sound of
a faraway voice murmuring nothing in particular.
It is a Friday afternoon and there is unfinished work
in the Pleiades with my name on it.
I should be lighter than I am.
I would escape gravity with a casual smile.
But this is only a human zoo
And I’m merely human in symbol or sign
And these words that I offer to 444 light years
Must come to rest in the shell of your ears.