Friday, April 18, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Post 18: Yet it still moves




No hulk remains,
no crash site for future scientists
or tourists,
no shrine to visit
or park to establish.
No crater to image
in rock or dust or ice.

It was not captured
by sand it was studying,
nor die a quiet death
as summer turned to winter
or as half-lives slowly mounted.

It will never
see the Sun again
even if it had a camera.

Instead it fell
into a hungry, grasping world
that took it apart piece by piece,
element by element,
and consumed it whole.
Yet it still moves.



Thursday, April 17, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Post 17: Take the come bet



With enough time
even a modest telescope
could tell a giant desk
from a giant die.

It could tell how many pips
were facing you
or if the tumbling die
is a stone.

But to find out if it's fuzzy
or if the die is loaded,
space agencies would need to
take the come bet.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Post 16: Redshifted Life


I spend the night
only a few hundredths of a light second
from my usual spot
but I feel much further behind
and receding at every moment.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Post 15: Utopia, Almost









Basalt caps and red rocks.
Desert paved with
chips of past lavas,
environmental spoor

Utopia, almost.
Uncanny hillside
with echoes of greener valleys.
But the stars here are different
and even closer.

Monday, April 14, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Post 14: The Mount


We think of the telescope
but rarely the mount;
sturdy but smooth,
connecting
earth
with sky,
holding the
hours and minutes
and seconds
still
for us
until we think
we are ready
to move on.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Post 13: Swapping stories

With one sight line
straight to Antarctica
and another straight
to the Sun,
we still used
our inside voices
teasing out stories from the rocks
while sharing our stories with the waves.

Soon we hope to
fill our glasses
with still more
stories from worlds
that have
hitherto only whispered
into an endless void.

Saturday, April 12, 2014

NaPoWriMo 2014 Post 12: Catching up with Isaac.


If I explained this journey to Newton,
DC to Cape Town
by airplane,
He'd think me a madman.

Amsterdam and Jupiter
would seem familiar
enough.
He'd know the value
of telescopes.
But catching him up
on Washington and CCDs
and the NSF
would be rough going
assuming he didn't tune me out
to muse about numerology.

I bet he'd follow
the restricted three body problem
in no time, though,
and he'd likely be quietly
disappointed I wasn't using
a Newtonian.