Tomorrow or Today

Story in sonnets part seven

Photo by William J Spirdione

To her birthday party, the girl ran back.
Not another soul would she tell of this.
The small card with the map hid in her sack.
Balloons, and gifts, and cake, she’d have to miss.

Staying for weeks, with her father and peers,
Antarctic energy resource peasants.
Drilling permafrost for nine hundred years,
She traveled down here to exchange presents.

A small pond in greenhouse with methane heat.
A pebble thrown at the perfect instance.
Awake, at last, so he and she could meet.
Did she or he sing, or think the sentence?

Who is telling this story ? In fairness,
We exist in the drips of awareness.

To be continued…