astronauts

There are degrees drawn in the heart
echoing lines calculating the absoluteness of  zero,
scaling to meet the incalescence swaddling a birth of stars.
We are long past nova or theoretical lack of motion,
drift weightless;  serene, wrapped in vacuum.

I need this place for us, absent of gravity
where nothing is measurable; where even sound
is less event and more wave.   This way,
when I speak your name you will know it
not through ears, but somewhere deeper
than senses ever reach.

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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19 Responses to astronauts

  1. anyone who can use incalescence in a poem owns my heart

  2. Deep. A place absent of gravity – A must go place.

  3. Heartafire says:

    what can I say, remarkable writing!

  4. one of us is SO channeling the other:
    http://aprayerlikegravity.wordpress.com/2013/07/02/levity-of-mind/
    Sympathetic resonance?

  5. davidtrudel says:

    Excellent write!

  6. Alice Keys says:

    “somewhere deeper than senses know” This is a good line that describes perfectly a good space through which to communicate. 🙂

  7. nelle says:

    Astrolovers in a medium at once both limiting and liberating of senses. Heady stuff.

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