Celestial
Euphony
by Martin Elster
As dark and
distant spheres resound like whale song
in our ears
and cosmic microwaves
caress our spirit,
we pioneer, alone, across infinities of
tone,
amazed that we’re
the only ones who hear it.
While we glide amid the planets plump as
plums and pomegranates,
sailing with the
interstellar current,
the sounds we make are quiet or they’re
louder than a riot,
but for grooving,
neither’s ever a deterrent.
With clari-snare and flute-o-phone and
tromba-sax and lute,
xylo-horn and cymbal-harp
and cello,
we shake our little craft with a great
hurricane-like draft,
cacophonous while
synchronously mellow.
There’s no one at the wheel; the
skipper capers to a reel,
a jig, flamenco, jota,
or a salsa.
While galaxies collide, we’re
absolutely occupied
as we zip through space
in a ship as light as balsa.
If we chance on a black hole and,
inattentive, lose control,
free-falling ever
faster in its eddy,
we won’t freak out or panic, we will
go on being manic
till the cosmos bellows,
“Guys, enough already!” |
“Celestial Euphony”
previously appeared in Lighten
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