Barry Yelton’s “In That Peculiar Space”: A Poet, dreams of infinity, a small star, butterfly, pond
Barry Yelton and I met through the Independent Authors Guild. Barry is the author of Scarecrow in Gray, A Civil War Novel. Barry is also a marvelous poet, so far assembling around fifty poems towards a chapbook titled: “On Wings of Gentle Power,” a line from one of the poems, referring to the spiritual boyancy that children and grandchildren give their elders. I’m intrigued that his day job is Senior Vice President of a large regional bank.
Barry loves hiking in the Black Mountains of North Carolina, about sixty miles from home, and one of the places he loves.
Barry has previously visited Riehlife to chat about North Carolina hill country and his work (click here).
IN THAT PECULIAR SPACE
by Barry Yelton
At the edge of the universe
a small star spins and pulses
at the very precipice of infinity.
singularity.
where time and space run out…
the curiousness of it is that
it stands at about the center
of a dream I once had
where a small girl walked
along the edge of a pond
amid the green of springtime
and she held a quivering
butterfly in her tiny hand
only to crush the life out of it…
and I think of that star
alone in such vastness
and I wonder again at the beyond
where the universe runs out
of infinity and then
what then?
it must be loneliness.
what else could reside
where even a vacuum cannot?