Found some poetry I wrote back in 2017.
Light shines from outside ourselves
Solar powered hope
Rotating into view each day
It burns skin even as it brightens paths
Blinding possibilities
Starlit nights
Photons slam into our lives
Rebounding at wavelength speed
Unsquared energy over mass
Genesis observation
Racing outward long before we noticed
Quantum flames
Veritas rising Quarks swell into galaxies Cells grope toward civilization Science seek its answers Hearts their meaning Dualistic guardians of truth
The big bang fades into the CMB
Converging ever toward the Big Freeze
Humans sit in the middle and watch
Each retinal impulse our connection
To a universe out to kill us
And praise us, both
Written back in 2017, likely inspired by this Kim Stanley Robinson reflection:
Look at the pattern this seashell makes. The dappled whorl, curving inward to infinity. That's the shape of the universe itself. There's a constant pressure, pushing toward pattern. A tendency in matter to evolve into ever more complex forms. It's a kind of pattern gravity, a holy greening power we call veriditas, and it is the driving force in the cosmos. Life, you see. … And because we are alive, the universe must be said to be alive. We are its consciousness as well as our own. We rise out of the cosmos and we see its mesh of patterns, and it strikes us as beautiful. And that feeling is the most important thing in all the universe—its culmination, like the color of a flower at first bloom on a wet morning. It’s a holy feeling, and our task in this world is to do everything we can to foster it.
