Everything we see is dead
stars
skin
hair,
A smile takes light years to
reach the retina,
From You to Me
is a galaxy,
An undulating aquarium
of inhabited planets
and milky ways,
Black holes loom in corners
of folded space,
We unfold that space
like a picnic blanket,
Smooth it cleanly over
the embankment of the moon
and dine on the delicacies of
what we deem to be alive.
Goodnight, Taj Mahal by Andre Peltier
Deep below earth, clay and sand, deep below roots and aquifers, it lies in wait. Like that silent coyote stalking her white-tailed deer through the brush, it waits patiently and
April 30, 2023
