“We are in the universe and the universe is in us.”
- Neil deGrasse Tyson
I see him now, tall, stately, that dark star
of the planetarium, waving his arms
in time to the music of the seventies.
His robe is filled with motes,
enchanter’s hat straining upward.
We are pulled into his orbit.
Not magic, not the charlatan’s hand.
Science guides his links and arcs
as he leads us through the maze of sky
into our bodies’ own galaxies.
The Metric of Space
“The universe is connected and alive and we are a part of the metric of space.” - Nassim Haramein
My metrics have more to do with houses
than constellations. I measure
with a smaller stick.
Need of additional closets
is the space that now concerns me.
Consider yourself warned.
I have a small mind where space
is concerned. Once I believed
we would travel the universes.
I signed up for one of those jaunts.
That was when I was connected and alive.
Now NASA is but a pimple
on the backside of a budget equation.
Space travel happens only
in movies and books.
Since my ticket never got punched,
I’ve retreated to smaller spaces,
inner spaces.
I claim my metric,
my planet, my universes,
in my poems.
YMMV: Your mileage may vary.
Noise and Sparks 4: The Work of the Heart
Ruth EJ Booth
“You are not obligated to complete the work,
nor are you free to abandon it.”
