Mogote
The Chilean
telescoped
Trappist system’s
rocky closeness
translates to seven
fellow planets
in a habitable,
orange-pink sky:
a lifting starkly,
sister-moons
transiting:
just envision
that size and looming
company
within the initial
data, that
dot of light
wavered, blipped,
anomalied,
in that obverse
way that detours
lead us to us
*
Sinkhole
Arecibo’s
radio
in the karst zone,
limestone-lush,
perfectly dug
is a bowl open
to all kinds of rain.
This rain, hard-dropped
yet unheavy—
escorted swiftly by
flora within—
stopped of a sudden
and roused the mists.
So fast
I felt I learned
the meaning of ghosts:
propelled by consumption
and need, hasty,
escaping the already
rapidity
of precipitation’s
finish, that
hatch undone,
series of equations
unleashed.
*
Monoceros
COROT 7-b, a lava-ocean Super Earth,
is the smallest exoplanet to have been
measured.
In Monoceros, COROT 7
-b and -c tuck quieter
than the constellation
among its kin. For these it has
chasing dogs, a set of twins,
a snake whose head
comes back as two,
and a massive bowhunter
who threatens all animals
on every planet.
So, Monoceros,
not only made for covering
distance, for speed,
is the solvent, purifier
of water with its wand so it’s potable
for other animals, of which
are we a kind?,
wielder
of a sword, a pen, the solute,
the burden;
extinction-canceler,
warrior, if there were to be just one.
