Straddler Of Worlds
Surf on the crest of a solar flare
by Rod Mendieta
Skirting the icy suburbs
Of a glowing Mercury.
String the Pleiades in a star necklace
For the weeping lady of the Moon.
Sit on the curbside
By the rings of Saturn
And watch the comets steal in
Through the backdoor
From the coal-black alley.
Take leave for once of your backwater post
That's kept you tied down wingless
For years on end.
You are the phantom straddler of worlds,
Of the great and the small,
Of the humdrum and the marvelous.