Poem ‘Deep Space’ by Mark Taylor, Vancouver from the 1989-0900 The Divine Cool Breeze (U.S.A.), Volume 3, Issue 9, Page 18

In deep space
The
Silent light
Of the Stars Produces
No heat
The Movements
Of the planets
create
No pressure of wind
I am on the ground, my hands upturned
The pre-dawn is invaded by electric lights
Trees move and clouds move in an
audible current of air
Not alone, watching the candle flame,
conscious of thoughts,
listening to my own breathing
I am here
And
On my hands I feel deep space