medallions of the sky
celestial bodies
the fabric of space
the invisible mass
the hand that holds- this all in place,
the measure of distance-
beyond our measure (honestly)
from the earth to the moon
but just a skip of ether
to the sun
on to poor diminished pluto
‘wear a coat’
I’m told-
although I might never go
even down the block
in this little nook
in our neighborhood, a cul-de-sac
our one sun-
our only one.

notes… can we even contemplate the vastness? of our galaxy? of the universe? can we ever literally wrap our head around such a concept? and then pour in the concept of time and infinity… it is all overwhelming… but yet, there is still that beacon, that lighthouse, that voice in all of it, from the space between atoms to the birth of the big bang or the reverse… hope.