When I was a kid, I was fascinated with all things outer space–planets, the moon, stars, and sun. Solar eclipses were exciting, and I remember trying to make an eclipse viewer with pieces of cardboard. There’s a total eclipse happening tonight, so in its honor, here are a trio of poems from past posts. They hint at the possibilities and flights of imagination that the heavens inspire in me.

The Passion

It’s one thing to resurrect from the dead:
Hell, millions of people do that every morning.

The real miracle
is to die and walk among the living—
parched, hungry, full of holes,
tongue broken and white as chalk,
sun moon stars and earth
pressing against the small of your back—
and nobody notices a thing.

Into the void

This is the event horizon.
There is no time,
there is no looking back
at the waterless moons
or the stars that follow me,
their light nearly gone.
I end to begin
and there is no fear
as gravity squeezes me
tight in its arms,
carries me home
across the dawn,
where nothing
feels like
everything again.

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