not the favorite-
this/thy little misconception/them
nor us, like thee/home forever,
just like never/like always/
glow always/unwilling to
fade into the background/zoom out
"you are here"
always positioned/never lost/
these little spaces/made clear/made
visible/lone beacons in a starless sky/
we are now/we are never/we are forever
little known and eternal/delayed and on time/
right here, when needed.
you're never going out of style
Today's prompt. I strongly recommend you read through some of the entries from the book that inspired this activity.
Oh, my stars. All of the constellations in the sky. Hurling abuse downwards. The screams of adolescence, arriving late in your adulthood. Time and distance are imperfect vessels for your discontent.
I cannot be mad, my errant children, never at you. You will learn your mistake in the form of a late message in blinking morse code over eons. Your father is disappointed, but your father will be long evaporated by the grunts of time. You, of course, will learn this retroactively, and then your wailings, cosmic grief, shaking the flight paths of garbage and broken rocks.
Know too, even in my disappointment, stern and fatherly, I am also ever in awe by your grace. A proud progenitor. I will send this message too, in a series of nods and winks across the night sky. Know that disappointment only comes from a place of love. Where it comes, where it goes, where it ends, we can only guess.
The universe expands. The universe shrinks. All things become dust or black holes or something that has yet to be discovered. Hear my song. See me love. Begin, end, repeat.
From a distant star
The flashbulb burning itself
into the collective’s
knowing oblivion.
A blip and blop and click and sputter.
Morse in uneven distribution
of light’s focus.
Slipping into an inkwell.
Returning unblemished
Dipping again
Into an unknown.
Slept well
and
Shaken awake
At the whims of
Some unseen
dark-hearted puppeteer.
