Two different things worked together to bring elegance to my life this week ~ images from the James Webb Space Telescope and a poem by the United States’ newest Poet Laureate, Ada Limón.
The James Webb Space Telescope sent us celestial images I can only describe as poetry in motion. It’s impossible for me to fathom a 10 billion dollar satellite taking photos from one million miles away. According to NASA, the very faintest blips of light in the photos are of galaxies as they existed more than 13 billion years ago. The images confirmed for me that we are part of an incomprehensibly elegant universe.
Meanwhile, life here on planet Earth unfolded as usual. The antics of our fellow earthlings brought bad news, sad news, infuriating news, confusing news, and worrisome news. Among some good news this week was the appointment of Ada Limón as the country’s 24th Poet Laureate. Coincidentally, Limón published a poem titled Dead Stars in 2018.
In the poem, Limón contemplates what amazing creations we are. She believes that in the midst of our ordinary lives, we have the potential to do big things for each other and for our planet. You might even call it everyday elegance.
Excerpt from Dead Stars by Ada Limón ~
We point at the stars that make
Orion as we take out the trash,
the rolling containers a song of suburban thunder.
It’s almost romantic as we adjust the
waxy blue recycling bin until you say,
Man, we should really learn some new constellations.
And it’s true. We keep forgetting
about Antilia, Centaurus, Draco,
Lacerta, Hydra, Lyra, Lynx.
But mostly we’re forgetting we’re
dead stars too, my mouth is full
of dust and I wish to reclaim the rising –
To lean in the spotlight of streetlight
with you, toward
what’s larger within us,
how we were born.
Look we’re not unspectacular things,
We’ve come this far, survived this much.
What would happen if we decided to survive more?
To love harder?
What if we stood up with our synapses and flesh and said,
No. No, to the rising tides.
Stood for the many mute mouths of the sea, of the land?
What would happen if we used our bodies to bargain
for the safety of others, for earth,
if we declared a clean night,
if we stopped being terrified,
if we launched our demands into the sky,
made ourselves so big
people could point to us with the arrows
they make in their minds
rolling their trash bins out,
after all of this is over?
I urge you to read the poem more than once and think about what our Poet Laureate is asking us to do. As we try to comprehend those spectacular photos sent to us by the James Webb Telescope, let’s consider our human potential and be inspired to shine a little brighter. §
“But mostly we’re forgetting we’re dead stars, too.”
~Ada Limón, Dead Stars
Featured Art ~ The James Webb Space Telescope’s image of the Carina Nebula, 2022