Between the Birth and Death of the Stars

the exploding galaxy  image courtesy of national geographic
the exploding galaxy
image courtesy of national geographic

I once read somewhere that human beings are made of 93 percent stardust.  The main elements that compose our bodies: oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, and nitrogen are manufactured by or fuel these lights that have guided explorers and gathered our deepest wishes.  At the birth of a star, clouds of dust gather heavy in its gravitational attraction. Some will become part of a star while others pieces of planets, asteroids, comets, or simply remain dust.  In their death, the elements are recycled laying the groundwork for a new creation of stars.  Almost ten years ago, when I first started exhibiting symptoms of a life-altering illness, I wrote this poem unknowing but sensing the gravity of what my body was going to have to endure. I guess it is true. Stars do break apart.  They collapse sometimes under gravity so dense that not even light can penetrate through. But sometimes their fate lies in becoming a nova. Once thought of as new and unfamiliar stars, they are actually exceptionally old; but, in the process of rebuilding their matter, they brighten and blaze hotter than before and then begin the course again.

Between the Birth and Death of the Stars (2005)

 In there some redemption

Lore’s looking glass

Breaks upon the sky

And all the sand that scatters

By the bristle of the paint brush

The forget-me-nots and love letters

Suspended in the night.

 

In there some salvation

When the wind breathes

Its first and last

Of a day

Between the birth and death of the stars.

 

In there some healing

In summer’s deeper nights

In heavy heat

And harder days

To see the stars pass over the moon

And find some love in silence.

 

In there the questions

A palm of dotted stars

A hand waving its magic wand

Of metallic and paint

And my transgress

Trapped in a tinderbox

Decorated with shiny flint.

 

In there some complication

Threads across the sky

In the beauty of lazy spirals

Between the birth and death of stars.

 

Poem written by author of this blog.

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