Verdad Magazine Volume 29
Fall 2020, Volume 29
Poetry by Christopher Buckley
The Writing Instructor Abandons Belief after On-Line Courses in Cosmology and Art Appreciation
You know, there are 90 billion galaxies—
I get a little tentative . . . —Jim Harrison
Past time to roll the bones,
consult your stars, bet high
and sleep in the streets. . . .
So you looked past the clouds,
the smudges,
the white floating
metaphysical effects
hanging from
a few filaments of hope. . . .
Motivational Speaker,
ribbon clerk, Mogen David
quality control . . .
the job alternatives exhausted
way back when. . . .
Your best efforts went begging—
more juice, a jolt
of something on the order of ice and
dust flared from a comet’s tail
to save you dragging
out the birds again
in defense of an insouciant sky—
dusk and smoke
holding off the starry inventory
redshifted away from us,
redundant from anywhere
you stand.
You took in the Hubble high-resolution view,
gas-clouded nebulas,
stellar nurseries, the galactic scrum,
14 billion + years of quasars
blue and popping with more
we just can’t know
regardless of what we think
we’ve been
looking at all this time . . .
all these spaces
between stars. . . .
As it turns out Magritte explained it
long ago:
The invisible is something
light cannot throw
light upon—
no filigree to the void.
It sure looks like
we’re all the evidence
there is of anything . . .
that at best we’re relatively short bursts,
invocations
in the dark
before the inconclusive aethers. . . .
BIO: Christopher Buckley's past publications have won numerous awards, and his poems have been included in many anthologies and journals. His book The Far Republics won the 2017 Vern Rutsala Book Prize. Cloud Memoir: Selected Longer Poems 1987-2017 was published in 2019.