From the Beginning

There is a hush
from the beginning
of time, where you
can hear yourself blink.

There is a hush,
where a minute ago
we were two million miles
closer to this cluster than
we are now.

There is a hush
when we realize how it is
that we belong at the limit
of the powers of observation.

There is a hush
when the universe evolved
from the static.

I shall return to the hush.

I shall return in a moment
to the conditions which might
have existed at the beginning.

To a hush which can no longer be
distinguished from nothingness.

One Piece at a Time

Asleep by the sound of a time
before winter-a time when the
mountains were still graced with
the warm scent of unsmelted iron.
Rising like Asimov’s balloon,
you make me feel like a sacrament
of dewdrops dropping on a syrupy
absinthe green arborvitae below.
Holding one of your wind scourged
teardrops, you make me feel the grit,
one piece at a time