Cosmological Constant

Morse code messages
twinkling astral dots
meteoric dashes

wild mythologies
bull, bears, and Pegasus
in rotational pursuits

Milky Way streaming
ghostly luminescence
against the blackness

celestial collages
stars, clusters, galaxies
set in four dimensions

infinite grandeur
stretching itself
beyond our force-fit grasp.

Early Morning Communion

Cold and clear
subtly lit
by approaching dawn
Venus and suspended crescent

I see
I feel
I affirm
this sacred moment.

Space Exploration

Calling Andromeda Galaxy
do you hear me, do you see me
looking at you

I see you
magnificent, blurry smudge
beyond my galactic boundary

I a conscious, cognitive speck
collect with unaided eyes your photons
launched 2.5 million years ago

you and I now racing in tandem
toward the farthest edge of this universe
to find another.

October 16, 2009

Liberation day
self-declared independence
I finally let my children go

son Ned thirty-one
daughter Eliza
nearly thirty-five

their lives now completely theirs
no more second, third, fourth-guessing
by Roberta-mother-me

I resolutely stand aside
eager to watch and applaud
their high-stepping parades

relinquishing all my rights
and parental expectations
born with motherhood.

Home Sweet Childhood Home

Nest re-entry
to familiar warmth
unconditional welcome

womb-like comfort
without decisions
except for what to eat

best, easy sleep
wrapped in flyaway dreams
to once upon a time.