The Arrow of Time

The Arrow of Time

 

We are in the backyard

With our children at night

Looking at the stars:

 

“The light of the Orion Nebula

Began its journey to us

At the time of the Roman Empire.”

 

Time expands, now we live

Fourteen billions years after

The beginning of time.

 

Space widens and grows

Larger, the space arrow

Follows the arrow of time.

 

Energy, which is heat,

Decreases, it’s much colder

Now in the Universe,

 

“Even on a hot day like this,”

You say. But it’s hot

Inside the nebulae–

 

Those “beds of young stars”

That are cooling down

As they grow into adulthood.

 

*

 

And so, since we’re star dust,

How can we not embrace

Our temperate onward journey,

 

The office and the living

Room, their ample space

For each, with time alone?

 

The marriage is made

Of words and the space

Between each of them.

 

I search the Orion Nebula

On our wedding anniversary—

Our two young stars grow.

 

*

 

Last evening on our walk

We saw a pair of red cardinals

Chase each other on the street.

 

I couldn’t stop thinking

About good omens,

Their loyalty to one another.

 

A house later, a baby hawk

Attacked a nest of sparrows,

And the tiny birds pecked

 

At the hawk’s wings, cried

Together, coordinated missile

Attacks, one after the other

 

Till the hawk flew to the top

Of the chimney. When

It returned, it hit the nest

 

And we left when wings

Flapped in branches,

Saw the mother hawk

 

Watch the hunt from

The top of the chimney,

Large and glorious.

 

No matter how small we are,

Fear disappears when it’s

Time to protect the nest.

 

*

 

There are many things

We see in the quieter world

These days of Lockdown.

 

Schools of fish ruffle

The sea surface, now that

Few boats disturb the water.

 

Two monarch butterflies

Circle around us

Outside the front door.

 

A flock of quails waddles

Through the back garden,

Roses blossom constellations.

 

Silence feels airy between us.

Time won’t retrace itself.

Yet, in your eyes I see

 

Our past together, one

Single arrow aiming

The way of the stars.

 

 

 

2 August 2020

 

 

 

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