Arpan’a’

It seems we live
on different space-ships:
mine is the shape
of a turtle,
yours: of a stallion.
I mostly waddle around
while you gallop on.

Unfortunately,
though this Cosmos is
wider than the sky
and deeper than an ocean,
collisions are inevitable
in all the commotion.

And,
if you’d take me
for a free ride
I’d just get dizzy,
while for you
my slow pedalling
wouldn’t seem
sufficiently busy…