137

dimensionless alpha 

was written by the hand of the creator.

the vessel and light…

never cured of one’s passions,

coffee before the morning broke

shepherding in the day just right.

nacreous clouds splay an iridescence

and planets line up with the morning star.

somewhere on the wide range,

elephants are domesticating themselves,

flowers are evolving to self-pollinate,

and on the side of the earth that is nothing but ocean,

the octopi are building cities.

earth’s spin is slowing down as the moon pulls away.

everything feels the pain.

on the longest night of healing,

in the darkness singing, Hyperborea!

Hyperborea, beyond the north wind! 

full cold moonrise in stunning sunset colors and halo, 

nacreous clouds still blend at the day's end.

the bridge is on fire…

what is this cosmic magic number? dance on the wire.

one small change over time in the fine-structure constant

is enough to prevent stars from creating carbon, 

halting the creation of life as we know it.

on stone, by my hand, carved 137.

why 1/137?