“Here”

…To be hot in the dawn

of a beam-pumping sun

while its bent is to fawn

on the very third one

of its innermost planets

-a town there called Here –

(forget its griefs, fan its

small errors, its fear,

its unwitting decedents –

forgive its death-credence,

its opters-out present and past.)

To be there on that street is to last.

To be spun so close before so hot

a star is the happiest lot. …

                                    

“Bearings“

The earth’s diurnal twirl would appear    

to make her denizens vertiginous

but for precession’s happy wobble dance;   

it only seems like ev’rything is futile,

we’re not just going round in circles here,

revolving round the sun year after year –   

our Sol’s at rim of spinning Milky Way    

engaged in her ninth turn since time began,

but still, it’s not monotonously cyclic

for our galactic cluster heads somewhere:     

Since Milky Wayeans participate

along with our Andromedan confrers

in forces contrary, at any rate,,

to that entropic aging all life shares,

there may just be the actual up-side

of time-reverse, near immortality,

at least five billion years ’till we collide,

again one cosmic outwardness to see.

So add height to your posture, lilt to stride –

a loping lanky pace you can take on,

you grasp the basic linearity

of humankind’s loopy trajectory –

so you can choose to be dizzy no more,

the mind at last deciding to take heart –

the thoughtful mind that now cannot be bored.

“New Look at the Long View of the Big Picture”

Most galaxies seek loneliness.

It’s one of entropy’s decrees

they fly apart.  Such onliness

Our Milky Way can’t please.

It seems that we’ll win chaos’ joys;

we’ve found we hurl our spinning spiral

toward dear Andromeda’s shocked boys,

(though prob’ly nice).  We’re not so viral –

But now much less excusable must rate

that Earthlings war in spite of mortal fate.

…

                     Deities

Religiosos like to say

no greater love can man bestow

than when one gives his life away

to help a brother-man.  Although

they don’t cite paragons of lust,

by this ‘twould seem Desire’s king

were one who would a lover trust

to sate his comrade’s hungering.