Gazers

They sit like beleaguered gods and stare,

thoughts lost amongst the minutiae

searching

unable to plot a path home,

considering aspects, eclipses, tides, gravity

distances, light, time, matter,

beards are stroked knowingly

lips purse, heads nod

a trillion calculations, assumptions

each passively recorded

on this, their personal Olympus.

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© Graham Sherwood 02/2020