Meryl Stratford
Transmission from Pluto

For so long it was so far away
we didn’t notice it,
a speck of light
lost among the many constellations.

Then I was speeding toward it,
away from you,
past planets where clouds rain diamonds
and volcanoes spew ice.

One year ago,
as you measure time on earth,
I arrived here in this
dimly-lit neighbourhood.

It’s like a small Texas town,
a ghost town,
at the edge of a desert.
Five moons hang in the sky.

This is a silent world of cliffs,
of canyons deep,
mysterious, dark regions
and a luminous heart.