Rushing past the whites
of the universe’s eyes
pale, not-blue, and heavy–
despairing in the dust
of old life–while, perhaps,
the embers of carbon
the combination generating
the warm blue glow
of a new species, Perseid’s
sister waiting for the dust
And dust covered Caroline’s rose.
Sand left to blow between the cacti
and scatter by scorpions’ legs
finally settling for the night on
the black pettles in place of dew.
She saw the dust in the sky and drew
it down where it could only fade, not
disband. A singular interpretation,
an anomaly, hidden between the sheets
of a girl’s journal. All the while,
the world continued to turn the pages
of masculine calculations waiting
for the wind to flip the page
of the rose-colored book.
Holding your breath in what seems empty space.
Reality; bits of lives scattered throughout
molecules, atoms, minuscules of matter invisible
to the eye. I see you. And I left you.
Standing at the bus stop, waiting for me to arrive
so I could say goodbye.
I know you wish that carbon and helium would mix,
expand, explode, create in a moment of destruction.
Memories between us left shattered, broken bonds
into a mushroom cloud of hydrogen, simplest
of them all packing a bang like none-other.
This is the moment
of the explosion.
This second, this
thought, this mirage
of a singularity filled
with every crazy image
of chaos that is an in-
finity. And right
when it is too much
creation; my thoughts are
buttons strung together
with dark matter,
tingling with the dark
energy of potential
rocking in a chair
made of limitless runners;
on the back of my neck.
Turn and look, above, just there, shutter blast;
the signal released, scattering its way
past the moons, skipping the dust, until rest.
smile. don’t blink. cheeseburger. you are a ray.
A silhouette on a blue marble, being
blue. Pixel width; awe left in a sunbeam.
Inconspicuous floating, where’s the string?
But point across billions and seem
important, the singularity where
so much matters and the balance is tipped
with a wrong look, grimace, untimely glare.
The shutter closes, story recorded.
But in that blink there is time, remember,
you are stardust and every star must explode.
This poem is my personal contribution for the poetic celebration of #DayEarthSmiled #WaveatSaturn as Cassini turns to image Saturn and Earth. To read more about this project and this day see here.