redshift

Your memory drifts
As a kid’s soap-bubble blown
On wind-away;
Can’t do anything with stay,
Or what I didn’t say,
And to pop it’d be to disown
What’s o’ertaken now with evening-grey—
So I scratch at the dune-hung sun
For what it sifts.
Yesterday redshifts
To another stellar bay,
My most brilliant ray
Bent backwards unto it:
That diverging plane,
So distant from the ruddy dirt,
This wickedly parched plain
That made us,
When and where I once was blameless
For loving you,
Star-flung and free-spun—
Your light an unsung, unbuckled beam
Through the milkiest of ways.
But space, she doesn’t wait
For one yay or a chorus of weak-kneed nays,
At the start or at the end,
As she closes in;
It’s the heart again,
A spigot for that dust-bait,
Time-borrowed art that imparts
What others would send for:
Love or a brother,
An unlocked door for their weather
Or an uphill kick for that downhill lever.
Adore what you’ve had and let it stick,
In supernovae-seconds, there’ll not be another
Like you forever.