Cosmic Nudge

(13th of August, 2015) 

The Kuiper belt

Is where 
Nameless guests
Are still chewing 

Leftovers from the 

Grand Feast

Stooping
Crumbs scattered 

In the dark 

If there was music 
We only heard 
A faint murmur

What child

Tosses his pebble 
Across the pond

And waits for nine years

Singing herself to sleep 

Reading shadows

We nudged 
The God of the underworld

And when he finally turned his face towards us

Its beauty
Was carved in snow and ice