To Teach Me of Myself
The Universe
is immense;
yet,
we are able to
find ourselves
if
we
pay attention.
The Universe
is a map
for beginnings
and endings;
for what-if’s
and what-about’s;
for
mystery.
The Universe
is filled with discarded
satellites,
remnants of rockets,
memories of meteorites,
and
wandering
poems
to awaken
souls.
Watching My Friend Pretend Her Heart Is Not Breaking by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
On Earth, just a teaspoon of neutron star
would weigh six billion tons. Six billion tons
equals the collective weight of every animal
on earth. Including the insects. Times three.
Six billion tons sounds impossible
until I consider how it is to swallow grief—
just a teaspoon and one might as well have consumed
a neutron star. How dense it is,
how it carries inside it the memory of collapse.
How difficult it is to move then.
How impossible to believe that anything
could lift that weight.
There are many reasons to treat each other
with great tenderness. One is
the sheer miracle that we are here together
on a planet surrounded by dying stars.
One is that we cannot see what
anyone else has swallowed.