Every Thursday, I post a very large photograph of some corner of space captured by the Hubble Space Telescope and available online from the picture album at HubbleSite, followed by poetry after the jump.
THE VERY OLD
by Ted Kooser
The very old are forever
hurting themselves,
burning their fingers
on skillets, falling
loosely as trees
and breaking their hips
with muffled explosions of bone.
Down the block
they are wheeled in
out of our sight
for years at a time.
To make conversation,
the neighbors ask
if they are still alive.
Then, early one morning,
through our kitchen windows
we see them again,
first one and then another,
out in their gardens
on crutches and canes,
perennial,
checking their gauges for rain.
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