Rocks, Rivers, and Stars: NaPoWriMo

 

 

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Delaware River, National Park, NJ 

I stand at the river and watch the small waves break against the rocks, feel the ancient tidal rhythm. Hear its’ call. You dwelled here once, it says. I pick up a stone from the beach, rolling it about in my hand. Its’ hard surface is worn smooth by the water that has kissed it softly, repeatedly over time. Created thousands of years ago by heat, water, and air, this stone has journeyed along the river, till I, born of heat, too, and composed of water and minerals, worn by time, softened by kisses, pick it up.

 

World born in fire,

stellar dust swirls, drifts, and falls,

carried in our genes

speckles of cosmic magic

in my eyes gazing at you

 

This is Day 14 of NaPoWriMo. I’m off prompt today. I’ve written a haibun for Colleen Chesebro’s Weekly Poetry Challenge instead. The prompt words were hard and soft.

 

 

 

 

The Jell-O That We Swim In

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“Different Flavors of Black Holes” Image credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/Yale University

 

Far away, in distances

measured by the speed of light

over a billion light-years

black holes collide and then merge,

rippling the space-time sea with waves,

distances shift, a small change

a bounce along our space-time

flexible, wiggly Jell-O,

flavors of the universe

in spectrum colors streaming,

cosmological redshift

 

In another galaxy,

music plays, people dance, laugh

multi-colored stars mingle,

then worlds collide, and death spirals

black density traps the light

until it vanishes, mostly

but for faint trails, streaming hope

rippling the space-time sea

like gravitational waves

 

In this article about the second finding of gravitational waves from black holes, researcher Gabriela González, said of space, “It’s like a Jell-O that we all swim in.”

Here is the sound of two black holes colliding: