“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label Voyager 1. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Voyager 1. Show all posts
Sunday, December 3, 2017
Thirteen billion miles
First, ask yourself-
is it interesting
or worth further exploration?
Truly we are Voyagers.
This generation of seekers
has reignited
a flame.
Now, put a price tag on 'Time'
or light years-
A full moment is three seconds
or pennies in hypotheses-
how much Life
you are allotted in diurnal
years of Julian speed,
minus eleven minutes
and some fragmented seconds
may be written
in a single sentence.
Told we should learn
to figure things out for ourselves,
memorize how to hibernate
for the future.
And it is wise advice
for one and all solid bodies
traveling through space
at this terminal velocity.
I wonder if gravity waves
make white noise as they ripple
or only when they crash...
Some say,
Exile is a death, a geographical terminus.
Knowing one's history is written
over, like footprints and
now traveling under someone else's shoe.
But if I have something endless
enough to keep me fully
occupied;
a tree, a rock, water, or the sky-
time does flutter a lot
like Hope.
At last,
I ask myself,
after every sentence has been read,
is this an interesting enough
equation to try
to solve?
Photo By NASA [Public domain], 'Farouk El-Baz, Ronald Evans and Robert Ovemyer via Wikimedia Commons.
NASA reported on December 1st, 2017 that the rocket thrusters on the space probe Voyager 1 responded 13 billion miles away in interstellar space.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Avow
Truth be told- The clean secrets are the ones most easily over-looked, like tiny happy pills, like big gulps of fermentation like bottled p...
-
1. Of my Soul a street is: Preternatural Pic- abian tricktrickclickflidk-er garner of starfish Picasso...
-
I have served between eight and twenty-five thousand meals for my family, I make coffee for them more than once per day, equatin...
-
Lies About Love by D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930) We are all liars, because the truth of yesterday becomes a lie tomorrow, wherea...