Hyaline Splendor
In March twenty-four twenty-four airglow,
the worm moon slips into Earth’s shadow,
glides for four hours and forty minutes, humble,
through the pale fringe of the penumbra.
In fullness, name-calling the planet to reason,
smudged and soiled, springs eclipse season.
in the thousand-year canon,
the tilt. the axis.
life between minimum and maximum.
In new warmth, Earth remembers the angle
suspended in the milky arms of an octopus tangle.
circle and spin, come and go as you please.
Lunar reflection makes the rivers sing and plead,
“Look to the Northern Crown for the birth of a new star.”
the stellar blasts recurring outburst of a nova war,
not to be confused with Tau Coronae Borealis.
Umbraphiles flock to watch our sun wear Baily’s beads
and leave crescents to shimmer on wild weeds.
Eyes cast to the silvery metallic twinkle of shadow bands.
In the blink of a diamond ring, time takes our hands.
everything in the universe evolves. Spring’s riddle to solve:
astrobioethics dictates we must take to the stars,
humans can survive only four years on Mars.
human, born of water, revolve. resolve,
there is no visiting the stars only planets.
The universe was ours before we were the universe’s.
It grows more and more complex, reaching to understand itself.
Forward in the dark falls light of increasing functional information.
Life creates the universe, a radical illusion, a hyaline hologram.
Space exploded, no center, no boundary, all at once everywhere,
Crack. Plasma twisted in the flat cosmos suspending the spheres.
All at once expand and contract
in an unseen web of mystery.
The human race has a shrinking face. It takes the breath away.
It is jaw-dropping. Skin is not completely opaque, some light gets in.
Uncatchability gift wrapped in a transparent veil between wrinkles.
pale blue dot search for the habitable zones, metallic tender
on the nose, from the rib, swimming in a fish bowl with unpigmented fins.
disturb the noosphere of human thought. flutter clear insect wings
in a glassy bowl of many dimensions. surrender,
born of clay, born of seasons,
shimmering in possibilities, in hyaline splendor
release what no longer serves you.
