Like you, I read a fair bit, and sometimes a poem or piece of prose affects me, and I want to share it with others. Sometimes these pieces are even related to looking up, or space, or even equipment and gear. So I’ve added a new category for our posts here: Poetry & Prose.
To start, here’s a poem I wrote that was rejected by AstroPoetica (not all my poems are rejected; see this Winter’s Canary, an on-line poetry magazine: http://hippocketpress.org/canary/ ; it contains a poem of mine called “In the Neighborhood of Full Quiet”):
The Stars Will Outshine Us
We say we know the universe began
and might not end. We say it is open
or closed or flat. It doesn’t matter. Death
comes fast for us, and after us the stars
keep spinning out their light for a hundred
trillion years. And after that the universe
might slowly slow its inky, empty cold
for trillions upon trillions more.
we mean that we are lonely . . .
And this—All of us together, lonely.
All of us together, a single face, an eyeblink . . . a wink.
P.S. When Grady died as he was being born (not a single breath), I was struck deeply by how short life is. Not how short life can be; how short it is. For all of us. How many days do each of us have left? How many breaths? Heartbeats?