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What Else Is Here

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on September 17, 2026| 2 Comments »


                  after listening to Bayo Akomolafe at the Imagine Retreat in Nova Scotia
 
 
A lumpy brown bunny with a flat white tail.
Rose hips swollen, softened and red.
The uneven crashing of the restless Atlantic.
In the distance, a shorebird screeching. 
And twenty-six thousand light years away
at the center of our galaxy is a black hole 
in Sagittarius with the mass of four million suns.
Why should I be surprised 
that we’re orbiting a mystery,
that our existence is tied to the invisible, 
the unknowable, the violent, the vast? 
Beside me the brown bunny nibbles the grass. 
The shorebird continues to screech.
Inside me, I feel it, a dense place 
from which light cannot escape.
I don’t understand its gravity
and sometimes the force of it frightens me. 
Of course, there is mystery at the center.
Around it, because of it, all is becoming—
the kelp, the birds, the seals, the trees,
the rose hips sweet, you, me. 
Beside me, the waves crash on, crash on. 
There is no way to hush the noise.  
I listen, sing along. 

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After Jack Sends Me the Definition of Black Hole

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on January 7, 2020| 2 Comments »

 

 

A black hole is a region of spacetime exhibiting gravitational acceleration so strong that nothing—no particles or even electromagnetic radiation such as light—can escape from it.

            —Wikipedia

 

 

Perhaps black hole is just another word

for God—a force that pulls in everything,

regardless of how that everything looks or prays or votes.

A cup that runneth—not over, but ever in. A shepherd

so adept at shepherding that nothing—

no sheep, no man, no star, no dust—

could ever be lost in its spacetime pasture.

It creates communion, obliterates separateness.

In pictures, it’s a vision of still water.

In truth, it’s unable to be known.

A force that overwhelms all other forces.

It devours some, and in others spurs growth.

 

And what isn’t, I suppose, another word

for God: Ledger. Valley. Garden. Death.

Rhubarb. Rod. Human. Staff.

There is this gift to see the divine in everything.

There is this force that pulls the everything in.

Every particle. Every everything. Even (my god) the light.

 

 

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