#awe-inspiring – Tamara, really

Dawn

The morning light entices me.
Is it later or earlier than I can 
Ever anticipate it to be? This
Morning I am awakened by
It's early appearance.Shouldn't 
I know if it is just dawning or if
It has been bright for hours or
If it is just first light? Shouldn't 
I know just by the quality of the 
Day as it peaks into my room 
What time it really is?

Daylight

There is no rush to get up.
Shapes emerge as I gather
The light coming in from my
Window. Dawn is a revelation
It is that, revelatory, by nature.
The gathering daylight reveals
What every new dawn reveals-
The surprise and delight of the
Beauty that is in the world and
Ready to greet me as I gather
The light as it emerges. Dawn

Stardust III

Let's face it, I don't get the 
Science. It's the poetry of
Stardust running through
Our veins, pumping iron
To redden our blood; the
Chemistry eludes but then
Alludes to include us all, 
All of us universely in the
Universe. In each other.
We are all part and particle Embodiments of the stars Exploding in our veins, in 
Us. Chemically we unite
With star dust, with every
One, all of us as one. We 
Are all star dust come to 
Life. That's the science, and
The poetry. To be star dust
Is to be human. To shine.

There are three star dust poems, all inspired by a conversation between Leah Smart and NASA’s Michelle Thaller. The science that I (mis)quote is real. You/We are all star dust!

Dusted

What do you and I have 
In common? Is it all the
Molecules or chemicals
Or DNA, or atoms, or is
It the wide vast universe
That unites us in who we
Are, in our being human.
Humanity is dusted by a
Debris from stars that 
Imploded or exploded. 
We are made of stardust.

There are three star dust poems, all inspired by a conversation between Leah Smart and NASA’s Michelle Thaller. The science that I (mis)quote is real. You/We are all star dust!

Star dust

The scientist is speaking of
Grief, and larger things, like
Life, too. We all have this one
Thing in common. There is a
Single theme linking all of us.
The chemicals that form you
Also course through me. DNA
RNA it all comes from the wide
Universe. So, as solid as we are, 
We are all star dust. We are the
Embodiment of the debris that
Stars leave all over the galaxies.
Isn't that a thing to ponder? You
And I, as disparate as we are: we
Are star dust. Galactic detritus,
Beautiful and formed to think
And wonder; to ponder in awe

There are three star dust poems, all inspired by a conversation between Leah Smart and NASA’s Michelle Thaller. The science that I (mis)quote is real. You/We are all star dust!

A knotted landscape

Trees are upright, righteous,
Long-lived and interesting, 
Rough-barked and aged, yet
They have no memory. It's 
Mapped out on the surface
Across their skin. Obvious 
To us if we want to explore
And know. Or we can just
Enjoy the beauty of their
Stories, the art, the design

Life

Just being able to say, to 
Acknowledge those clouds
What a beautiful sky! I say,
Exclaiming to myself, but
Also claiming its calm yet
Torrid outlines for my own
This beautiful sky, it's mine

Not quite daylight

That vigilant protective moon
Isn't shining in this morning's 
Sky. Today it is a darker 6a.m. 
Than yesterday's. Why? Why do
I care? I am not concerned, but 
I miss the brightness of the orb.
I am not foretelling a harder day
Prediction is not in my bag of
Tricks. At least not on this day.
Today, I was searching for its
Light but saw only grey skies.

Daybreak 6 a.m.

The moon is still up at 6 a.m.
I am impressed. I expected it
To go into hiding as it expected
The sunrise. No, it is a watchful 
And diligent guardian of the sky.
It will not rest until it hands its
Duties over to the dawning day.
Now, even with the daylight, it's 
Hovering at the top of my sky