Poem-A-Day: I Speak Of

I Speak Of

The sweetness of raspberries

and frogs scattering from my feet

are dim reminders of my conversations with God.

Sad country songs on the radio, 

the grind of machinery,

and a Beethoven moonlit sonata have somehow

become you.

I run through the damp grass,

reveling in this rain on my skin

and this smile that will not disappear.

Stars appear at night unbidden;

a supernova in close proximity;

an undiscovered radio galaxy.

And all the stars that have exploded before

could not prepare me 

for this celestial happening I cannot comprehend:

This quivering of chest

Tingle of nerve

Eternal buzz of electricity defining

this thing I would defy;

this star that has come to rest,

trembling and tentative,

in the palm of my hand.

I wrote this poem shortly after I met the man who would become my husband. I was taking astronomy classes at the time, and I was enamored of everything I was learning. The things I love make their way into my art. I come back and tweak this one periodically (as I do most of my poetry). It is still one of my favorites.