Four billion miles from home,
our proxied eyes see clearly
icy Pluto’s secret heart
yet upon our bed’s small plain
we freeze, eyeless and unfeeling,
our inky hearts evading detection
even from ourselves.
Darrell Petska cut short his career as university editor to focus on his own writing, which has appeared in journals such as Red Paint Hill, Right Hand Pointing, Chiron Review, Outcast Poetry and elsewhere. (See conservancies.wordpress.com)