Looking to the Heart

An astronomical love poem

The galactic heart

is the brightest of the bright.

Everything in these dim

and rural arms

where we live

revolves around that bright.

It birthed us, and hurled

us from the heartnest. But

we like to stay in touch.

So we peer homeward,

home to the heart,

looking with longing,

looking for wisdom,

looking to learn our selves.

But there’s a problem.

There’s too much stuff

in the way. Dust. Pain.

Detritus. Memory. Crap.

The galaxy hasn’t been cleaned

in quite some time.

Light cannot pass;

eyes cannot see the heart.

Know what? That’s okay.

We’ll look with other eyes

than those that see daily light.

That’s how we’ve always seen

into hearts anyway.

THE END

This poem was previously published in Astropoetica (2004).

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