The cosmic stars have become
blinking diamonds, suspended
in frozen animation, slowly
revolving across the dark
blue-velvet of the winter sky.
We observe the firmament,
in awe of its stunning immensity.
Mankind's communications
satellites, like clockwork,
wind their mechanical presence
above the half-sleeping Globe,
transiting messages, communing
with far-flung Constellations.
We theorize, yet cannot quite
imagine great distant planets,
pin-pricks of planetary
existence in a dark void
rippling with mysterious
luminous matter, life-giving
suns and gaseous planets.
From this vantage, the familiar
is sighted and celebrated and
the secrets of the Universe, both
dark and light tantalize even as
they elude. Who are we, after all,
to posit and define the science
of Nature's precise design?
Sunday, January 15, 2012
The Starry Firmament
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Poetry
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