Monday, April 19, 2021

Blue Straggler

If only our sun were a part
Of a bright globular cluster

Like M53, our night sky
Would glow like bejeweled chandeliers,

Like vast megalopolises
Hanging inverted, rotating

Gowns and draperies of diamonds
Descending to almost touch us.

But we’re not. We’re not, and we lack
The blue stragglers clusters feature,

Rejuvenated puzzlements
Refreshed by matter falling in

From all those nearby companions.
It’s easier to be alone

When you can feed off of others,
More challenging when you’re dwindling

At the far end of a long arm,
Searching through too much dark for more.

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