One Poem at a Time -8-

 

Waiting for my babe to be born in June, this poem contains the words I need to express the inexpressible.

                                                                      -Lucia

[Formatted version here.]

The Alien
by Greg Delanty

I’m back again scrutinizing the Milky Way
of your ultrasound, scanning the dark
matter, the nothingness, that now the heads say
is chockablock with quarks & squarks,
gravitons & gravitini, photons & photinos. Our sprout,

who art there inside the spacecraft
of your Ma, the time capsule of this printout,
hurling & whirling towards us, it’s all daft
on this earth. Our alien who art in the heavens,
our Martian, our little green man, we’re anxious

to make contact, to ask divers questions
about the heavendom you hail from, to discuss
the whole shebang of the beginning&end,
the pre–big bang untime before you forget the why
and lie of thy first place. And, our friend,

to say Welcome, that we mean no harm, we’d die
for you even, that we pray you’re not here
to subdue us, that we’d put away
our ray guns, missiles, attitude and share
our world with you, little big head, if only you stay.

 

 

 

[Listen to an  audio clip of Heather McHugh reading “To Go”]

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2 Comments

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2 responses to “One Poem at a Time -8-

  1. Julie von Zerneck

    Amazing!

  2. Dearest Lucia,

    Your baby is very lucky.

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