Welcome to Poetry Friday, this week, hosted by Romona, at https://pleasuresfromthepage.blogspot.com. Thank you for hosting, Romona!
What is Poetry Friday? Find out at https://www.nowaterriver.com/what-is-poetry-friday/
Previously I posted concerning questions about the universe at https://janicescully.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=4858&action=edit
I shared this Golden Shovel poem entitled Einstein’s Theory of Relativity:
Einstein's Theory of Relativity ". . . we are luminous beings made of energy." (Quote from "Frequently asked Questions about the Universe," by Jorge Cham & Daniel Whiteson. Because of Einstein, we find out that we aren’t what we think we are. Can you sense the luminous forces that bind molecules inside Human beings together? Our arms and legs seem made to appear solid, but we are simply sculpted of pure energy. © Janice Scully 2023
In my recent poetry swap gift, Tabatha responded to my poem, imagining what the visitors from other worlds might look like, how energy might “shape itself” in the alien world. It’s a wonderful poem, and we all might wonder if life on other planets are like us or “a new formulation, unrecognizable to us.”
VISITORS FROM OTHER WORLDS by Tabatha Yeatts They could be anything, couldn't they? The possibility of cosmic life circles us like a comet, leaves a trail of stardust we fall asleep beneath, dreaming of creatures whose ship descends in our midst like a ladder being lowered from the galactic attic. They could be anything, couldn't they? We know this because we see what's here– long-necked, long-limbed spotted leaf-eaters, underwater jelly dancers, nighttime light darters, zipping sword beaks, round-tailed waterslappers. Even wolves come in a thousand unlikely variants, including ones we can carry with us like a yapping moon. Energy shapes itself in startling ways– asserts itself– is the recipe, the chef, and the waiting mouth. What has it cooked up in other watery, windy worlds? What life-forms are brewing, sloshing out of their primordial sea? Are they primate-shaped, mammalian? Like us at all? Or perhaps they are a new formulation, unrecognizable to us, which treasures the atmosphere, the elements, the star-span that cups the flame of their existence, keeping it from blowing out.
Her poem arrived with a quote from Thoreau about gratitude that begins, “I am grateful for what I am and have.” I know I am grateful to Tabatha and the Poetry Friday community.
How shall I end this post? I’ll end with a haiku inspired about swimming and especially floating in a lake or a pool. For a few minutes I can make all external sounds go away and all is silent.
I float, ears submerged. Swaying tree tops are silent. Is it them breathing? ©Janice Scully 2023
I wonder if some aliens have ears and might similarly enjoy floating?
Have a wonderful weekend.
