Michael H. Lester
You Can Never Go Home Again
It’s a rough and tumble journey through this peril-ridden life, born without armor, without claws, or razor-sharp teeth, defenseless in our fragile cloaks of thin skin, all the colors of the rainbow, naked apes with over-developed brains and under-developed hearts, bumbling from birth to death in a constant state of bewilderment and melancholy. Yet, we trudge onward to the end clinging to the earth, an accident of nature, the byproduct of errant stardust burst out of the void into the chaos of the Universe.
a point of light in the unreachable depths of space the origin of existence long ago turned to dust
About the Author
Michael H. Lester’s work has been widely published in prestigious poetry journals, has been translated into several languages, and has won numerous awards worldwide. His recent publications include two illustrated children’s books, Cassandra and the Strange Tale of the Blue-Footed Boobies, Johnny and Frankie’s Summer Sleepover, a book of poetry, Notes from a Commode: Volume I, and a picture book entitled, The Squeeping Catterwhip.
loved this thought provoking piece.After reading it, I felt like an insignificant worm
Thank you, John. If you feel like that, imagine how an insignificant worm must feel!
Wonderful. I keep coming back to reread. Reminded me of Nabokov’s ‘The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.’