Showing posts with label light-years. Show all posts
Showing posts with label light-years. Show all posts

Sunday, September 15, 2019

Light-years


The mid-September moon
rests its heavyset bulb over in the West,
while the new days sun
stirs behind the
Eastern shoulders.

The sky mixed the lights
just so-

-no conclusions could be made
mid-stroke.

What feels inexplicably
right about certain alignments
gives us false hope
that the observer ultimately
affects changes.

There is more in a moment
to grasp
than our primal hands
can hold onto.

The season changes
its mind-
even if,
the movements
were always the same

-the differences became too small
to notice
the rate of spin
unravels
in astronomical units.


Painting by George Hemming Mason, 'Harvest Moon' , c.1872.

Thursday, October 29, 2015

Afloat tonight


Light,
           light               feather
                       as a
chit for chat
idle, chew the fat
                                 nonsense
weather
                   whether
I fear
                    I cannot hear
(the talk is too small)

-It's your call-
(don't answer)

rhetorically,
                     what if...


           light-ly
Light
                      as an **IDEA**
wham-bam
                     Thank You
                                         shhhh
(snores
ignored tonight)
          Up      like             the moonlight              
I'll be

Light
             light
                         as ignite
(that's right)
Incite-I might try
                         to light your fire
a spark
gleaming
in the dark
                        Light-years
                                    away...
(Please,
keep your beacon bright for me).



Image By NASA/Scott Kelly over Italy from ISS[Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.



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