Myth of Stillness
The path beyond my garden
belies the lies unlearned in time
as if the stars cannot
rearrange themselves in the sky
for us; as if
they, you and I,
all known things
aren’t in constant states of motion,
learning and unlearning.
Stars coalesce, are born,
then die and scatter,
its matter mingling with matter
from other dead stars,
coalescing into newer,
the cycle renewed in timelines
beyond our real-time observation.
Our sun is at least
a second-generation star
in this manner,
and the world of me and you
thrives on its energy.
This is how you and I came to be,
and yes, we are
but sentient star remnants
in constant motion.
That’s how you and I
came to coalesce.
It takes four years
for the light of the next
nearest star to reach
the solar system of
me and you.
The twinkle we shared when we first met
began its journey way back when
you and I were still clinging to
dying systems separately, orbiting
resentment and dysfunctionality
And yet for that random twinkle to mingle
with the twinkle in our locked eyes that night
as we danced to Earth, Wind & Fire,
the elements conspiring us to groove together,
shifting constellations of past lives,
don’t you dare tell me that me and you
didn’t move the stars themselves to
make this fusion happen.
Written for NaPoWriMo Day 22 prompt:
I’ve found this one rather useful in trying to ‘surprise’ myself into writing something I wouldn’t have come up with otherwise. Today, I’d like you to take one of the following statements of something impossible, and then write a poem in which the impossible thing happens:
The sun can’t rise in the west.
A circle can’t have corners.
Pigs can’t fly.
The clock can’t strike thirteen.
The stars cannot rearrange themselves in the sky.
A mouse can’t eat an elephant.
I feel like I cheated a bit, as the stars are in constant motion, but this motion is mostly beyond our limited powers of perception, but hey, it counts.
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