The Path of the Wormhole
Uncannily, the path becomes a ‘wormhole;’
stars, planets, gassy vortices press in on
every side.
my speed defies all chance of estimation,
it is an unknown, unfettered roller-coaster
ride.
The horizon bends and shifts with each
precipitate turning
the walls are fluid as the Milky Way;
there is no knowing my ultimate
destination.
I yearn increasingly to know
Where the next haven might lay
The Haven of Astrophysics
Herein, an aerial-bombardment of information;
space and earthbound telescopes
continuously disgorge
new findings, posing questions by the million:
turbulent outpourings from an unreachable
cosmic forge,
a super-massive black hole,
a dust-filled bleak amorphous haze,
a hitherto inconceivable energy burst,
a back-moving planet, too close to its own
sun’s blaze.
How can these streams of novel information
be tamed, be turned to valuable account?
Sometime through voluntary, off-site
workers:
enthusiastic amateurs
who, skilfully guided,
can help such unmanageable abundance,
surmount
I long to learn, I long to rest,
but I am beckoned on, I cannot stay.
The first 3 parts of this poem can be found at Cosmic Labyrinth Parts 1-4
The first 3 parts of this poem can be found at Cosmic Labyrinth Parts 1-4
