Waking at 3:47 in the morning, on rare occasions, has its rewards
looking out the window the brightest thing in the sky
is a perfect crescent moon hanging low over the neighbors’ rooftops
a moon we call a “cow jumped over the moon” moon.
They say this is the lonely hour where so many are facing their fears and doubts alone
But I am thinking of the James Webb Telescope making its way across the Universe
having gingerly extended its antenna and make two precise course corrections
primed to send images from back in time back to home
and that those awake at this hour
manning the progress of James Webb no doubt
have their secret unsaid fears and trust in science and equations
that everything will go according to plan
It’s said the higher in numbers you go, the more difficult it is to find a prime number
where the opposite might be said about so many stars in space
it should not be that difficult to find life, even intelligent life
on at least a few planets out there orbiting those trillions of stars
So we leave it to James Webb to send us back evidence to solve our many collective questions
about time, space, light, gravity, and the overall age of the Universe
I have questions of my own about time and the overall age of the Universe
But for the moment all I know for certain is I woke early this morning at 3:47
and that as a number, 347 just happens to be prime
Prime has been selected for participation in the 21st Poet-Artist Collaboration at Red Wing Arts, Red Wing, Minnesota. Michael Kleber-Diggs and Gwen Westerman are this year’s poet jurors.