The Apogee and Perigee of Us


The Apogee and Perigee Of Us


My own mind’s light directs me to the here and now,

to which I must attend.

Your contribution to the eclipses of my mind

pulls my thoughts disadvantageously toward the over there,  

toward some murky future.


Apogee. Perigee.


We don’t live within Don McLean’s opus,

so there’s no need for me to believe in: 

the rupture of a compass,

the aberrant pitch of the horizon,

shadows on stars,

or lost stanzas of a poem.


I’ll decide my distance, close or far,

to the wanton flotsam,

spewed from your once charming ship,

which sank long ago.

I’ll decide

the extent of our separation,

which I alone now control.


Apogee. Perigee.



Linda Imbler


Linda Imbler’s poetry collections include six published paperbacks: Big Questions, Little Sleep, Big Questions, Little Sleep” second edition (expanded with 66 additional poems), Lost and Found, Red Is The Sunrise, Bus Lights, Travel Sights, and Spica’s Frequency.  Soma Publishing has published her four e-book collections, The Sea’s Secret Song, Pairings, a hybrid of short fiction and poetry, That Fifth Element, and Per Quindecim. Examples of Linda’s poetry and a listing of publications can be found at  

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