Poem by James Gibson
The Noob
A night without clouds, the darkness enshrouds a shed in the middle of where?
A night without clouds, the darkness enshrouds a shed in the middle of where?
Is this the right place to see something of space, and what shall I find when I'm there?
With portents of doom , through insoluble gloom I'm trying to find where to go.
Then to my surprise the whites of some eyes, a smile and a friendly hello.
Hello mate, I'm new. Do you mind if I view those celestial bodies on high?
I'm eager to know what is on show in the theatre up there in the sky.
Why yes friend come here, and step up to the rear for a truly magnificent sight.
There's Betelgeuse here and Rigel quite near and Jupiter off to the right.
Pixelate points carpet empyrean ether in a rapturous heavenly cascade,
The stars burning bright, the waltz of the night.
An arrangement that surely God made.
I'm blown away on my very first day,
or night as it happens to be.
So I'm off down The Trap Guinness on tap to confabulate cosmology.
Is this the right place to see something of space, and what shall I find when I'm there?
With portents of doom , through insoluble gloom I'm trying to find where to go.
Then to my surprise the whites of some eyes, a smile and a friendly hello.
Hello mate, I'm new. Do you mind if I view those celestial bodies on high?
I'm eager to know what is on show in the theatre up there in the sky.
Why yes friend come here, and step up to the rear for a truly magnificent sight.
There's Betelgeuse here and Rigel quite near and Jupiter off to the right.
Pixelate points carpet empyrean ether in a rapturous heavenly cascade,
The stars burning bright, the waltz of the night.
An arrangement that surely God made.
I'm blown away on my very first day,
or night as it happens to be.
So I'm off down The Trap Guinness on tap to confabulate cosmology.
Written by James Gibson ©
