The Scientist

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‘stars are sometimes born in the midst of chaos’

 

I lay on my back for half a century,
believing the universe to be a quiet place,
still, steady, constant;
the sun, its brightest sphere.
Static nights, spent on the cool, brown earth,
gravity pinning me to feather-green blades,
breath held, so as not to ripple the cosmos
and blow away the stars.

 

But now you tell me it is chaos out there,
that Orion’s Belt is full of stellar nurseries;
collapsing clouds of gas and dust,
pockets of space jettisoning new life
into a glittering sky full of
supernova shockwaves
and percussive solar winds;
a symphony of energy and light.

 

Here, as we commune
beneath the inky coverlet of night;
binary stars orbiting our shared passions,
you show me Carina Nebula;
four million times more luminous
than the solitary sun,
and finally I can breathe
without fear of scattering the stars.

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2 responses to “The Scientist

  1. This is an absolutely beautiful and polished piece honey. I love it, and I’m so happy to see you writing profusely once more! LONG may it continue!

  2. Gorgeous writing Julie… fine balance of stillness and chaotic energy, perceptions past and perceptions present. Love the shift – an emotional as well as an intellectual fulcrum! Power to the metaphor of science and the craft of poetry.. beautifully combined in your particular pot right now!

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