2015 Poetry Post 21: Shared Vision

long-awaited birth.
embarrassed eyes
turned away
but maturity brought
shared vision.
even in dotage
it towers
over a deep field.
we can look
to those calling
for early retirement and ask
who was near-sighted?

2015 Poetry Post 20: Re-entry

the unreality of my surroundings,
unmoored from the familiar,
the strange food and sleep schedule,
the science i strive understand
that’s been my job 24/7
now pauses
for re-entry:
not through fire and parachutes,
but crosswords
and blessed sleep.

2015 Post 19: When Collins Wakes

Did Collins wake 

above the sea of dreams

and have to take

a moment

to remember where

he was and why

he was there?

Did it seem real

to Collins then?

did he feel

as alone as he was?

And when he stirs

so long after 

is it a blur?

Or is this world fake

when Collins wakes?

2015 Poetry Post 18: Birthday Wishes

she was born
the month fdr died
as jupiter and neptune
ruled the night.

she rarely hears
any learn’d astronomer
much less look up in perfect silence,
though she has been known
to greet with much applause.

she may not know
about redshifts
or the Hubble constant
if asked
she can tell you about
the center of the universe.


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So, it's my mom's 70th birthday and I figured I'd write her a poem.  In case it's not obvious, this is meant to be affectionate. :)

2015 Poetry Post 17: Haiku Day

giant ice planet
lightly brushed by human eyes
patiently waiting

2015 Poetry Post 16: Swoops and circles

The graphs and charts
have their own
garish beauty,
palettes covering
every color in the rainbow
swoops and circles
with delicate, intricate
precessions.
But they all encode
life or death matters.

Still,
Picasso and Bosch
and artists
through the ages
have also
done no less.

2015 Poetry Post 15: Untitled

black unwatched sky
with an unsoftened sun.
abandoned equipment
like toys left behind
by kids called home
for dinner
to the weird blue house.