Intergalactic, by Lisa Roullard

Dec 29, 2025

The poem reads: "In our wide-windowed house / by Arroyo Beach, / sometimes we’d spot a freighter, / steady and certain, / way, way out / on the universe of water. / Night blue or deep grey, / the enormous ship chugged / slowly across Puget Sound / carrying cargo containers / stacked like blocks. // Can you feel it? / asked my mom. // We’d place our palms / to the cool, smooth glass / and there it would be – / v i b r a t i o n ! // A rumble from the freighter’s great propellors, / cargo sent secretly / to our galaxy. / The stars of our hands / tickled / to receive it." Poem ends.

 

Note: Puget Sound is a large estuary in Washington state, USA

 

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Lisa Roullard resides in Salt Lake City, Utah, where she enjoys a view of the Wasatch Mountains on her neighbourhood walks. Her poetry has appeared in magazines in more than 25 U.S. states as well as online and in her chapbook, An Envelope Waiting. Lisa’s children’s poems can be found in The Dirigible Balloon, The Toy, and Little Thoughts Press.