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.