by Petr Hruška

Petr Hruška

On Saturn’s moon Titan
there is a wild methane sea
There seem to be
frozen cliffs, orange in color,
emerging from it

You came to tell me this
with a fixed stare
your arms hanging by your sides
The cupboards
propping up the walls

The pipe stupidly yellow
how many years

And now
the sudden unexpected closeness of those
who know
about Titan’s sea

Last updated September 19, 2022