Tag Archive: suns


Coming Down

Rain.
My neighbor is playing classic rock, lost in the din
Of rain.
Cardinal calls pierce the sheet of sound, lovingly embrace
The rain.
All of life cascades in a downpour around me, I am lost as preordained
In the rain.
Saturation. Virginal daisies or is that camomile?
I am the rain.
I am every scent of lavender exposed in mist on warm nights
After the rain.
The softest drop of dew about to flee from thirsty petals
Before the rain.
Moonlight, peeking out from dying clouds,
Dreams of rain.
I lie beside you, fall through your gravity, you ask What’s it like inside?
I whisper Rain.

© Chagall ∞

For Marilyn

I am from the sun, unable to find my way
back home in the dark.

© Chagall ∞

Star Catalog SAO 244567

Conflicted today about what to write:
a new star born in the stingray nebula or
my father and I in a photo younger
than my children are today.

Astronomers say the star expanded due to a helium flash,
“…back to giant dimensions: the born again scenario.”

Through the Hubble telescope I can see my dad
swim upon ripples of time, breathe between strokes,
expertly gulping air.

Suns by day are stars by night depending where you are.

© Chagall 2016

…I May, Wish I Might

Low-intensity
red stars
around us
everywhere
dim and unseen

The brightest
are fewer
but we see them
no matter how
far away

Yes they’re the first
to burn then fade
flickers at the rim
of time

Since Creation
there’s not
a smaller M-type star
that’s yet died

Chagall 2016

Self-Starter

I’ve reshaped the constellations
to reflect what I see

I have no interest in
how others see heaven

Makes it so easy
to now know the sky

Chagall 2015

Haiku For 186K Per Second

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I miss her always
She’s approximately now
One single light year

© Chagall 2015

Cartography

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She’d shown me how to use the stars and so I found my way back home,
a simple path along the belt really, a dip rather than a rise at Hyades,
you’ll find me a hand-span below the Pleiades, more over your head,
one must marvel still at the intense lights of Rigel, Betelgeuse, and Sirius.

© Chagall 2015

Gaze 3 A.M.

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How odd the stars that burn so hot
can wink, demure, so cold

I am warmed by the faces
of so many moons

More real than the lights
of jet planes

These nights I find
I slow down seeking free fall

Up, so I float
without need to ever

look down

© Chagall 2014

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