In the Curved Dark
Our bodies are galaxies,cells, the stars that shine,
the brain, a web of light
firing across a cosmic matrix of neurons,
holding the gravity of
how we are,
who we are.
Our organs, the planets,
dependent on the heart, our sun,
keeping everything in perfect alignment,
as currents ignite through blood
infused with ancient elements,
iron forged in the heart
of each shooting star,
threading its way through stellar streams,
reaching out to nebulas
that walk, that reach, that touch.
Five senses orient us
through the space we inhabit,
eyes like observatories guide us,
as frequencies beyond naming
direct our orbit,
supernovas explode
in the bitter, the salty, the sweet,
atmospheres of delight and disgust
envelop us.
Our skin registers both
the extreme and the subtle,
the heat of fire, the cold of space,
but always,
the touch of others
pulls us in…
this body, colliding with other galaxies,
two lights bending around each other
in the curved dark.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2026-05-21 at 00:57
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