universal

galactic arms
spiral ever out-
ward, warding
off with words
what mere mortals
worry about to death.

we are all made of star-
dust, swirling in the con-
fines of this rough universe
we find ourselves in - about
two thirds of the way from the
center of our galaxy to the outer
edges of the arms spiraling around
and around and they say the solar
system we call home has made about
twenty and a half revolutions, not yet
striking anything life shattering in the
wake of stars and gases and matter
that floats out there, masking the
totality of it from our naked gaze.

with x-rays, though, and infrared
and gamma rays we begin to
see the galactic center, the
hole of gravity and the hold
it has on the young binary
stars circling and orbiting
there every once in a while
the gravity of one hitting the
gravity of another just enough
that one gets sucked into the
black hole and the other gets
jettisoned to the outer reaches
of the galaxy.

and all this on a massive scale
we can't begin to comprehend
while waiting in line at mickie-
D's or some other spot in some
other town. man exists as some-
what minor masses or amounts
of energy and matter and when
we as humans look up and out
at the mystery most can't begin
to comprehend the wonder that
exists out there, the forces of
nature that pull and prod and
come together in an orchestra
of matter in motion bound by time
from the center outward and the
universe does expand, but per-
haps our galaxy is somewhere
in the suburbs of that even larger
scale and not so mobile any more
as all the suns around us burn
brightly, eventually to extinguish.

stepping inward in words to see
outside of the universe and the
immensity of it overwhelms any
celestial problems or matters of
consequence. pomp and circumstance.
dance a dance. sing some words, strike
sound waves in such a way that they make
pleasing sounds that the mind can pick up on
and translate to the thing we call music with words.

the resonance of the universe calls out in waves
of energy and spectrums and at the bottom of it
all beyond the atom, the sub-atomic particles
that bounce in and out of existence. what of
them?

and the ones to bring answers. will they be
truthful?

in a universe so large why isn't there more
wonder anymore? the city lights dim the
stars, but occasionally the moon, appearing
large (because of perspective) shatters the
illusion for a second or two as its pull tugs
at the waters covering this rock rolling and
tilting around a star which in turn rotates
around an absence in the center which
in turn floats freely around with other
galaxies out there, matter in motion.