4.07.2020

it's only gravity



SEA-SALTS
… an astronomer consulting the stars to-day would announce
                    that the most favourable day of the year for weighing light is May 29.
                                       – Arthur Eddington, Space, Time and Gravitation

The brightness of the light shines more or less
in various fields of stars.
The Hyades, for instance, are
magnificent – rays bend around the sun’s eclipse

according to their gravity (1132?)
& their displacements make
a parallax, will shake
the skies – like that black hole in Virgo

where the whole cosmos in its photon rings
as in a coelostat on El Principe
looks back from a funhouse mirror
mired in the cryptic gloom one Friday brings

(in April, in RI).  So when Prince Hobo Hal
sets out upon the Ocean stream
paddling his gyroscope-trireme
his dim reflections shade his violet pal

Jean-Jo, behind their glare.  It’s only gravity.
They glide along past green Cahoki-o
beneath a soaring Gateway prow
toward topaz Gulf (ineffable Mardi Gras)

where Jean-Jo’s mild humility
(like unknown soldier or
grey pebble on the shore)
emerges – lightweight solidarity –

& swathes him in a dove-grey cloud
of granite apses, limestone
spires… an airy congregation
of sea-salts (& makes his father proud).

4.7.20

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