Hubble

Hubble

A moment, made of colours, lain in front

Of us, can say a thousand words. But then,

Which words were said to us back then, back when

We first laid eyes upon the pillars of creation?

Articulate a formula and take

A breath; within, the truth is built from stones

Drawn from the mind, like love; our mental bones

Are shaking, hardened out against the ache.

To draw the night sky, threaded, through the eye

Of needles; just to sew with our own minds the time-

Line of the stars, OUR stars, to climb

Atop these pillars, gazing out – OUR open nation.

The antonym of Chaos is the Cosmos;

Let it in, let it in, let it in.