how to make water
observations had long since revealed the clumpy clumsy nature of the
dusty envelope embracing stellar point IRC+10216.
carbon then silicon monocides gifting out their oxygen whirly bits into untraviolet songs. pudding proof, as the gathered crowd proclaimed.
and hydrogen,
hydrogen everywhere! so there, the Herschel ledger reveals truth as it
already is,
water comes to the sky.
there is a bone that also started this way, alone. a femur that stood then walked upright.
so if someone asks, is your life like a poem? don’t snarl,
but answer thus, if near nothing can imagine and make a glass of water, what’s one poem more or less from a bone that talks?
thus informed water from light, poems from bones?
poems is easy, just like falling off a star.
neil reid © december 2012
comments:
I started going right, this poem was going left. Still didn’t quite get where either of us thought to go. Such are poems! (so much for what I think I want)
Written for the We Write Poems prompt #135, My life as a poem.
bearly audible 