gray time
it’s gray
as if the lightest fog in front
so
light’s ironic
without evidence
but
knowing that it’s time
Earth knows
while
it’s whole around the sun
fractured
since making and
in time
shall have the splinters going through
the core
and
all of us
gray like these days
shall hopefully have left
gone
to
another world that has
tectonically
so far to go
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photo by NASA Hubble Space Telescope on Unsplash
(haiku for fall, starting in a grumpy mood, I guess)
(1)
well that’s enough of
haiku play and fancy with
no work proof for pay
(2)
the hour is done now
leaves have fallen into water
growing into green
(3)
old and new worlds tilt
leaning could be tree-delight
as dancing solstice
(4)
water purify
as on our other planets
with true air command
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photo by Mathias Reding on Unsplash
(maybe) it’s not that easy
we find
an abstract
verdant image
is it a meadow
or a forest of
a hemisphere's summer
(someone) looking
up
or
(more) fancifully
is it the capillary network
in a frog
sometimes it isn’t easy
being green
sometimes with any number of
means
by interests
it’s easy
(well
if) with being hard
having green
lives
hale
on green worlds
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there is referenced the song “Bein’ Green” by Joseph G. Raposo, famously sung by Kermit the (green) Frog
photo by Artur Łuczka on Unsplash
space ranger God
so many
science-fiction futures
read sad to me
yet
maybe I know
why
because they are nearly
always
God-less
the meaning not mentioned
much less
taking part
in new creations
and inventions
comforting
again
our flaws
but gladdened by
the progress
humans make
it might be hard
to craft
too difficult
in fact
since we must invent
our future
stake our hold on it
come disaster
or a clean and silver form
of paradise
and how to say
there’s God in this
that God
pushed us in the spacecraft
that brought the first
to a new world
we instead
must
try to own
and have such bid for ownership
tested
and tried
by what we find
or whom we find
there
toward a final tempering
of us
that accommodates the cosmos
for the differences
we find
to mesh with them
at last
who we are
perhaps we fear
the role
of God would spoil the story
(the real story
too)
and so we play out
only ourselves
on new
planetary stages
and all the things that fly
between
smallest things
(like mustard seeds)
or
parsec-sized things
God might bide
at the launching pad
or well behind
like farewelling parents
waving kerchiefs
allowing tears
for those who leave
we shall not see
again
though
in fact
God sees
and might see toward the end
of our expansion age
how we have done
and what we’ve done
to be here
there might be
judgment following
of our accounting
then decisions
regarding more dimensions
multi-universes
to encounter
encounter serving as
the theme
maybe the most important theme
in sci-fi
and for all the real findings
it inspires
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Spaceship Earth
photo by Ronald Yang on Unsplash
(x = space)
x
x
Lean To
x
Tomorrow is the solstice
Light a fire
At least inside
To illuminate
The difference should
We notice
The Earth
Starting to lean
The other way
x
Toward spring
But through the winter
First
At least in this
Our half the sphere
With summer
To the south
Where
Who might also wonder
What we’re doing
Upside-down
x
A fire
To light up
To redefine the shadows
Make them sharper
And more welcoming
For shadow-beings
And the
Shadow parts of us
x
The Earth should turn
All worlds should turn
Since
In turning
There is gravity
And life
And with so many
Moving
Lights
Boundaried by dark
So that both
May show the way
x
Through the seasons
Of the cosmos
Back to our minds
For reasoning
And imagining
Our place
Ringed inside everything
And the part
We cannot contain
Even inside ourselves
Because the abstract
Hook
Containers
With the infinite
For reason
And imagination
x
Rendering all borders
Malleable
If not changeable
The way the seasons
Change
Yet look
To stay the same
x
We are changeable
Unchangeable
Like Earth
And everything we lean on
While it leans
Like an invitation
To try something
Maybe straight
Like equinoxes
Maybe bent
Like the invitation
In the solstices
And all the life
Moving foundation
As it were
For the inventing
Co-creation
Inside
In between
All the round
Seasons
Leaned into
Also
Broken
Wondrously by
New days
x
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x
x
Photo by Sarah Tona on Unsplash
x
(x = space)
x
x
Greetings from Earth with All Things Earthly
x
So what’s new
The day is new
It’s re-creation
Isn’t it
x
Some would say
The day’s the day
It’s yesterday’s day
Redone
And nothing new
Same sets of compounds
To have earth and sea
And sky
And we are nothing new
x
But cells are sloughed
There is room for change
There is age
There might be new growth
From where our cells
Land
Like the sower’s seeds
Some on good soil
x
There is a thought
That built on yesterday’s
And does that count
As old or new
x
How shall we measure
Ongoing
Something old
Something new
Something borrowed
Something blue
Here meaning
Blue for calm
Thankful for
The return of sky
x
And as for borrowed
It’s all borrowed
After all
We own our souls
We should own our skins
On Earth
Our thoughts
And our discoveries
To have
To share
x
Should be no fear
Rather with impunity
Or the fear of loss
Unrecompensed
x
So here’s
To a new day
It is founded
It is its own
It is tomorrow realized
It archives yesterday
As for what’s new to argue
Let’s first be
Thankful for the having
Then appreciate the cells
That change
The thoughts that build
That what we thought as next
Is now
x
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x
x
Dancers
x
(x = space)
x
x
Merry Whichever
(greeting)
x
Merry Whichever
Happy New Year to your calendar
And all your months,
However they are named
May each day be ingested
With wisdom and
Delight,
Wisdom for the ages,
Delight in the pleasures
Of the day
x
May you know love
More than in the abstract
Some good learning beforehand
Wouldn’t hurt;
Might you have peace,
If the worlds great and small
Agree
x
Most of all, may
All of you
And any
Know the presence
Over us
So great,
So small as to be
Working inside
Our capillaries
x
Call it God
Or the Spirit
Or the impulse of the ages
The human push
Toward improvement
And a symphony of
Maybe out-of-tune,
Asynchronous
Possibility
x
May the one
Or many there
Protect you
And keep you
In each other
x
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x
x
Part of the painting “my take on an ion.”
Photo by Jené Stephaniuk on Unsplash
x
(x = space)
x
x
All These Worlds
x
God, help our
Nation to be good
Our world to be great
The cosmos, when
Receiving us,
Never-ending wonder
And discovery
x
Liturgic wishing
Into prose action
New metaphors required
Upon each arrival
In a spaceship
On a new shore,
Bearing guilt and hope
Germs and solutions
x
Ready to eat there and
To take some sips from
A silver sea
x
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x
x
The International Space Station
x
(x = space)
x
x
Out of the Not so Silent Planet
(on a Wednesday)
x
On the hump day
(bless the camel)
Or on any day
We might turn to God,
Which can be a matter of
Turning inside,
Somehow
We acknowledge God
That voice inside
And coming from the outside
Coming from you
Inspired or directed
Seeming
Happenstance, perhaps
We listen
We should listen
No matter if there’s sound
We also learn
Through touch or taste
Of other of the senses
Listening in time
Receiving new instructions
That might say
Stop, be here with me
A while
Then move on
Or might say
Move on, now
We stewards of the realm
Will have our orders
In this funny place
Where there is a monarch
Everyone else
A steward charged with
Variously
Caring for the realm
To move it forward
Into safety and progression
For the approval
Of the other worlds that
With our Lord
Do watch us now
x
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x
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