Five green steps
Shaped like mushrooms.
With Hunter on ground crew
Creating flares of hot momentum—
Bidding the paradox of Earth goodbye—
Astronaut Addison and I stood ready to fly.
To galactic travel.
Hair curling in waves,
Face shining through a mask,
She reached for the second wheel,
Counting down to that pure enrapture
With a speed—like light—that’s hard to capture.
The vibrating strings
Uncurl beneath my wings
Until nothing relative mattered,
And no one watched or came or cared,
Because no force around us yearned or dared
To set things right or to make us come down as we
Zipped through the multiverse drinking light and sound.
May not follow
The spiraling gyration
Of anthropic teleportation.
Spectators said it would never work
But Addison and I found a scientific quirk.
Quantum-sharing spacers have super gullibility
Or I would have to change the laws of probability.
Or glide if it seems slow,
Or seek your own intractable tempo.
I heard wild music in the theories formed
As the stars parted and our rocket ship soared
Back to one fine-tuned zone that allowed for life:
Where Addison sighed, and the possibilities were rife.
from (r)evolve, Naropa’s Summer Writing Program Magazine, 2009