and the silence that follows it
as it arcs
or floats
or zig-zags
across the sky
a star that is not a star
that skips across the ocean
the hum at the back of your mind
rises to a shout of surprise
breathing air
into dreams of flying
lending form to
that ever-fluctuating mix of emotions
thoughts and fantasies that make up
the man-woman
non-binary entity you are at heart—
a being clothed in black dust
and haloed by photons
an emissary of the cosmos
sent here
to make faces shine
Enjoyed the poem David, I found the closing six lines particularly captivating, in the weave of poetry/science/vision/precision. I feel you got the balance of those elements in the close.
Would the title compete in an index of poems? Not sure such a heavily analytical language would hook me. Perhaps I lack the sci-fi or science tastes for the label. It did help me access the poem, particularly anomalous. Anyway the poem does give identity, sort of rescues itself from the title.
Non-binary carries a lot of baggage from outside the poem, but in the context of delivering that closure does justify and land its assertion.
A star that is not a star
that skips across the ocean