Slow Glass
The birds are quiet today
The sky is still
Precursors to rain, perhaps
Earlier, I saw a squirrel outside the window
On a lower branch
The animal stopped, gray arches for
Its back and a brushy tail
Turned one way and then another
We, smaller beast and I, looked at each other
For a while
Already out of reach
We could afford to stare
Now we might serve as memories
To each other, through the glass
C L Couch
“Light of Other Days” is a science fiction short story by Irish writer Bob Shaw. It was originally published in August 1966 in Analog Science Fiction and Fact. The story uses the idea of “slow glass”: glass through which light takes years to pass. Bob Shaw used this idea again in later stories.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Light_of_Other_Days
Photo by Daniel McCullough on Unsplash
May 20, 2020 at 6:26 pm
Heaven is worth the wait!💕☕️☕️
May 21, 2020 at 2:14 am
Oh, yes. Thank you!
May 21, 2020 at 2:15 am
I am so honored my friend!💕☕️☕️
May 20, 2020 at 7:35 pm
Must have been a wonderful experience, Christopher. Quiet meditative moment.
May 21, 2020 at 2:15 am
You’re right, Len, it was. And, you know, it was also great for having been a surprise.
May 21, 2020 at 1:19 pm
Ah, I love this: “Already out of reach / We could afford to stare / Now we might serve as memories / To each other, through the glass.” It is so evocative of this time, this long slow time “through which light takes years to pass.” Are we all going to become memories to each other, through the long slow years of this pandemic? Will light come again, but not for many years? Provocative questions to ponder. Thank you for this imagery, Christopher.
May 21, 2020 at 8:21 pm
You’re welcome, Cathy, and thank you. I should be (and am) thankful to the squirrel who happened to be below the window, when I was looking.
May 23, 2020 at 8:35 pm
Yes, lucky you to have that squirrel visitor. 🙂