Galileo and Us

Galileo's middle finger is on display, somewhere in Italy.

 

Is it odd that I find that poetic? 

The digits that knew the subtleties in glass, and discovered planets in return, are visible from a podium in some museum.

His eyes, having gone blind while under house arrest, are even more intriguing.

The eyes that saw the difference in 4 of Jupiter's moons from his villa in Florence,

that saw the 'Ears' of Saturn, 

and that saw the passing of 4 popes in the Vatican over his lifetime;

became void in his old age - from staring at sunspots, no less.

Is it odd that while I look at my fingers, and yours, I see in them two souls that have measured countless other glasses to discover our own heavenly bodies.

 And when I reflect on our eyes, I can't help but see the brightest stars in the universe of our Solar faces.

The Astronaut

Listening to none other than David Bowie's Space Oddity, fantastic.

It is a new year, and I am resolving myself to a life of exploration in expressive adoration and balance.

I will not be unhealthy in my adventuring, but ambitious.

Columbus. Magellan. Lewis & Clark. Laika?

An Astronaut?

Why not?

Sailing across celestial bodes, heavenly souls,

I can, in fact, see solar winds of good fortune blowing through me.

An Astronaut-

Truly a romantic figure if ever to be.

A scientist discovering, 

while simultaneously 

a virgin observing.

Exhilarating; traveling thousands of miles an hour, 

while simultaneously

very still in intimate action, floating in the shadowy beauty of

a bed,

can I see myself, hopeful, innocent, in intrigue of another's soul, a starred tiara sitting on her head, my lips diving comets on her cheeks, our bodies organic satellites orbiting lovely planets; ourselves.