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Tuesday, January 7, 2020
Monday, January 6, 2020
Sunday, January 5, 2020
cosmic time lag
Six hundred years ago give or take
The way it was before Columbus invaded America
The light I see arriving tonight left Betelgeuse
The red spot on the right shoulder of Orion.
I could not read the sky constellations as a boy
Ignorant except for what my friend Nicky saw
Pointing out what he called the three sisters
The cluster that I later learned comprises the belt.
Living close to the light pollution of Manhattan
Only the brightest stars are visible if any
Where another Nick who calls me Tommy lives
Reminding me of my childhood dreams.
Someone smarter than me figured out the dimensions
The distance to that red giant star so enormous
The orbits of Earth, Mars and perhaps Jupiter
All would be enclosed within its diameter.
Compared against the blueish left foot Rigel
The red glow of Betelgeuse shows forth
Turning the night sky into sparkling colors
An amazing scene hidden above our urban lives.
Betelgeuse is pulsating strangely bright and dim
Perhaps about to burst into a supernova
So bright it would be visible in the daytime
A cosmic event sure to frenzy the believers.
But what we would be seeing is such old news
Traveling the distance from there to here at the speed of light
Try to imagine what our world will be like
By the time what is happening there now gets here.
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8:16 PM
Saturday, January 4, 2020
Friday, January 3, 2020
Thursday, January 2, 2020
the new normal
Things aren’t getting any better
When people say it's the new normal
Following a turn for the worse that persists
Sadly realizing there will be no going back.
As if the personal and the political go in parallel
I hear this expression frequently from my friends
Who are struggling with the infirmities of age
Used similarly for the degeneration of the state.
It stands to reason that old people would conflate
Their own demise with the world around them
But the smash and grab cabal in power now
May very well pull it all down around them.
This much is certain we all peak and decline
If we are around to see what happens next
Step by step descending towards nothingness
Leaving the next generation to make the future.
But just for today the Florida sun warms my skin
The new leaves of early spring sprout from their buds
And hungry birds call and move through the greenery
Living life fully present in this time and place.
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2:02 PM
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