There’s a billboard on I-10 outside of L.A. that grabbed my eye when I drove by. I was on a road trip from the Arizona high desert to the ocean, to get my fix. I longed for the sea with its limitless horizon. Every now and again I need to be immersed in my boundless existence.
Which brings me to the billboard, announcing in behemothic letters beneath a photo of a tiny infant: THERE IS EVIDENCE FOR...
Nary a wink in the cosmic eye
Though we pace ourselves against the sky
Living in tandem with stars on a course
Elliptically moved by mysterious force
Affixed in time with orderly right
We make proper end of day or night
While constellations ripple 'round in space
Giving finite meaning to our endless race
For reasons and truths too far beyond
Our self-imposed terrestrial bonds.