Tonight I stood in the Universe

by virtue of Earth, Sun & Supernovas;

an eye for the Cosmos,

a measurer of 1G, a balancing act

in the planetarium's sling swing propositions;

a shimmering thought

in the galaxy's two-hundred-thirty-million-year rotation,

worn thin in its spiral arm,

in the idiom of shells & river eddies

Tonight I stood star-bright

out on the farmstead ground;

Venus high & persuasive,

the Moon cold & silent, sated on Japanese haiku;

Saturn a night-sky lantern, Jupiter another;

ship beacons on the Dreamship's expectant sea

in the safe embrace of Darkness

Dizzy-headed I stood, turned skyward tonight;

stood Human, stood Existence & Being,

Consciousness & Self-awareness;

a face submerged in the surface, pale with ancient starlight,

mirroring sharp star-stitches in the curved pools of my eyes;

the silence of my countenance uplifted

like radio telescopes in South America's high deserts;

my name a parabola in unspoken unspeakabilities;

this body attached; a shadowy materiality

out on thin time, fulfilled, never finished,

with consciousness on edge:

a moment caught in flight