I DON’T UNDERSTAND THE MULTIPLE MERGER ASSEMBLY
I don’t understand the multiple merger
Assembly of a hyperluminous quasar,
What impels its tidal, dusty bridges,
All I know is space and star,
All I know is an array
Of galaxies that spread across
My mind. I tear one down and build
Another. I make a forest and moss,
I make a rivulet that trickles
Down brown soil, and then I see
A real hill, a real sky
The night, a dusty galaxy.
HE DIDN’T BUILD THE BRIDGE
He didn’t build the bridge, because
He was gazing at the moon. And then
He didn’t go to the moon because
He was already in the den
Of a creature larger than a solar
System. He saw lines of reason,
He created palaces, he floated
On the heat and cold of every season.
“Look at more than your eyes can see,
At more than a pattern, and in the pattern
Right and wrong and humility.
Love Earth and Mars, and yellow Saturn,”
A wind of photons, a shiver of mind
Creates a tower of Pisa, a Hermia,
Creates a curtain of light, creates
A tumbling rock, panspermia.
IT’S ONLY NATURAL IF YOU’RE WALKING ON PHOBOS
It’s only natural if you’re walking on Phobos
Not to want to overshoot
The mark. Keep walking though. Keep
The view in view. Give some of your loot
To an indigent Martian. Some people leap,
They wonder, Why walk? And there they are,
Floating about that fat red ball.
We crawl across Mars in a fat-wheeled car
And draw electricity from the atmosphere,
The men in the other camp are drinking
Beer. We dig in the soil, we discover
Life. And the other camp is sinking,
They no longer listen to earth, they are hoping
To float, to slide to Ganymede.
Their camp is pestilence and ruin,
Their records speak of song and greed.
Something was always missing, a broken
Telescope, a valve that did
Not join. They knew about space, they had
Ideals and eagerness, a fetid
Gloom remains. Where we are,
We dig the soil, we seek not stars
But a structure that nothing can touch
And oil that can fill a hundred jars.
ADD LIGHT TO LIGHT
Add light to light, the magma shines
From the crack on the sea floor, the fish
Scatter in every direction, the tube worms
Wave their scarlet fronds. The cloudish
Sea is filled with eggs (inside,
The tiny dots are eyes). A line
Of yellow marks the creeping sun
That soon, you think, will shine,
And even if the day is just
Another day, the fish leap
Onto the deck, to the children, at least,
They are a delight that comes from the deep.