A giant wedge, forced up on a summit.
The melted rock on crumbled mountain tops.
The nuggets of silvery snow sunlit
on the landscape. The inverted planet drops
off in a land of ribcage hill torrents.
Expiring geophysical breaths
dissipate in thin air. An act warrants
a vaporized battle to ensue. Deaths
of sediments squeeze onto plates. Trivia
tells that magnetic deposits today,
are charged by Earth’s fields. Here, where India
and Asia crashed, crust was carried away.
Since much is veiled, this view only reports
mountains with crowns of luminescent quartz.
This shot was posted by @Astro_Ron on Earthday of 2011. Ron Garan is a New Yorker, like me. He flew F-16’s as a test pilot, in USAF, around the time I was a test engineer for at the 416th at Edwards, yet I never met him. : (
You can read more about him http://www.jsc.nasa.gov/Bios/htmlbios/garan-rj.html
Posted on April 29, 2011, in Poetry, Sonnets and tagged astronaut, clouds, ear, earth, expiring, Fragile Oasis, garan, geophysical, Himalaya, International Space Station, iss, luminescent, quartz, ribcage, Ron Garan, shakespearean, sonnet, torrents. Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.