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The Gravity of the Situation

History was made today.
You can feel the gravity when five petabytes of information,
Become a single pixelated digital image-
Burning like the Eye of God!

Now we have seen over the brink,
A brilliant mass of high-speed particles,
Illuminating the dark shadow- Black on black!

Accretion Disk and Event Horizon,
Dance with each other in a cosmic Tango-
Whirling Dervishes in space!

Einstein, Sagan and Hawkins never saw,
But always felt,
This hole that falls forever,
Because mass warps space and slows time.

Perhaps, we have seen our future,
Or maybe, finally, Vishnu.
For we have seen the power that is gravity,
And its burning brilliance,
Is become as Death,
The Destroyer of Worlds.

Yet this death is vital as the central focus,
Around which galaxies and life congregate,
In space and time with mass.

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Recovery

National Cathedral

I’m in recovery.
I sat down to write a poem about the injuries I’ve sustained,
Both the physical and the mental,
How they slow me down and hamper me,
From being what I once was.
But halfway through I wrote it anew,
For the aches and pains I carry,
Are the marks of a life well-lived.
I wanted to give my scars special meaning,
But I’m not sure that much is true.
My limp and my aches are constant reminders,
Of the miles I’ve covered,
And the victories and losses,
But mostly they are ghostlike memories,
Now etched forever into my being.

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Cadence

Gate to Seoul

I understand the rhythm of my life,
How to call it on the left foot,
And keep everyone moving forward,
Together, in formation;
How to arraign actions in time and space,
Achieving strategic ends.
But I often miss that my closest companions,
Hear a cadence of their own,
Different beats based on their own motivations,
Seeking their own outcomes,
Solving the tactical problems of the day with no concern for strategy.
While I am calling a march cadence, they are moving double-time.
Sometimes we march, sometimes we dance,
Never in step, always together.

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The Death of Opportunity

Gate to Seoul

Mars is a killer.

First it took our Spirit,
Now it ends Opportunity.
Through the miles and storms and dust,
We called out to you my friend,
But you would not, could not answer.
Deep Space awaits the news,
Billie Holiday sings the blues.
You changed the night sky for me.
Now when I see that fire red twinkle,
I’ll be looking at Mars,
But I’ll Be seeing You.