look to
the skies.
our
future’s
tense.
so I gotta ask,
whats the
best defence

against
a comet?

that
is about
as good
of a question
as it comes.
even if
it passes
once every few
years.

well hooked,
to wake
a mind
from
the grind
and
astonish it
into shock.

as
white fire
blazes
into view –
thoughts unlock
and
feelings feud

around arcs
in orbital
rotation.
we scan the sky
not knowing
exactly its
location.
Why I swear
I saw it
over there!
No, it’s there.
Where?
…right there.

we stare

into
the light
or dark
and
it disappears,

into time spent
finding
point of origin,
only
to begin again
spinning
out and in

by yarns or yards.
possible shards
of stories
some mythical,
others ethical.
all pivotal.

as it
aims at
our moment
of ill-
equippedness,
on
this small
blue stage
I guess

we ignore
that
we try
to scry –
what are we
really looking for?
by only seeing
it
pass by.
and
what cause
effects
this place,
from outer
space,
afar,

yet here
a pre-scar
on
our understanding
of the dark
matter
around that
shooting
star?

only
getting
mixed reports
from
salacious sorts
trades truth
for fact,
like words
from a false
reality –
it begins
to seem
like physics
does not
exist.

because comets
are studied
in
school,
we think
we know
that
we think
it shows
our understanding.

but

the factors
that brought
it to life,
now so obvious,
previously
had no hold on us.
so
we are
schooled
thus.

our minds
are
barricaded
and
making sure
we are shored
up in shelves
and closets
is not a measure of
understanding.

in
the textbook
retelling
of this event,
while figuring
what we meant,
codifying and
demanding
laws into
lessons –

we may fail
because
we
wonder;

do our desks
flip nicely?
do our doors
lock tightly?
can our windows
obscure fully?
but what
is missed?
is our training
purely
a reaction
to an
impossible catalyst.

so
step side ways
to a
new place
load up
in one space
and
what if we
tilted the
planet
just a degree?

could we see

an orbit
shift,
that could
rearrange,
a near miss
of this
sphere by
one hair’s
breadth,

instead of death,
breathe.

and
in its
tail
our tale,
now told tragic
could change.

rearrange
those
compressed details,
take light
and make night
appear
to
explode into
new universes,
multiversions –
instead of
worst
fears.

if
this versioned
inversion of inquiry
remains
it
leaves us
answering
small
questions
in closed
fashion.
in defeat.

like,
are we now prepared?
yes.
like,
were we prepared?
no.
are we more prepared now?
yes.
and repeat.

the paradox
of locks unlocked
is that
we only know
until we
don’t.

I won’t,
don’t
again.

so
don’t
stop
short
don’t
stop
now.

accept
that celestial
paths spin
freely
along
cartwheeled orbits

and that

you gotta
step back,
way back
to see their

A to B then Z

and then
even further
to impossibly
glimpse

an origin.

far away from
us,
the story started
as
a damaged
self determination
stacked on
loss
and broken
thoughts
screamed across
a sky
and
went unnoticed.

falling
and failing
thoughts
follow like
compulsive minions,

or so it seems.

and what
follows a comet?

this infinite
inquiry
sets
in motion
whole arrays
of impossibly
unanswered
assumptions.

and
left unchecked,
avoids
the light.

posts from
planet bound spaces
graces a way,
but hey,
what do they
know?

they were
busy in books.

not stargazing.

everyday
the teacher
in me
stares out into
the night
and
asks
what can I learn from you?

in answer
‘stay tuned’
.

Posted by:chrisjcluff

I am a 'flow' seeker. In my day to day work I help students, colleagues, and community members make the most of the moments afforded us through public education. If I am not asking questions, I am not learning.

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