Parallel Lines Drawn In Space Will Briefly Intersect by Michael G.Smith

Parallel Lines Drawn In Space Will Briefly Intersect

Rain-swept gray
churning into buoyant blue
we are two starstruck arrows
splitting the sky
our game of scrabble?
unfiltered bits of cider
in brownian motion
drift in our glasses
so unlike the dipper
in its circumambulation
you meet me head on
spinning and pinpointing
you play compass
dark-space negatives
plying the Great Rift’s blacks –
Partridge, Snake, Fox, Llama Mama
I respond with sextant
ohhh! we drink and howl
in this the season
of courage
space being curved
the maple outside the window redshifts
I say let’s tent
beneath the night shadows
of Atacama’s radio telescopes
you say first we’ll trace
the Bears Ears’ petroglyph
of two starbeings’ hands
meeting across space
precious these deserts
destined to fade
but for this one shiny moment
joy is a transect
Lodestar, you
scintillate my darkmatter blanks
our starspangled trajectories
never small magic