by Aaron Blair

Time is a knife,
spreading my ribs,
slowing the beat of my heart.
Every beat is a part of a song,
a wave exploding outward,
until gravity pulls it back
to orbit around my body.
I know the words,
but I could never teach them.
In our choir of stars, we are alone.
Only space is there to comfort us,
to wrap around us, to reach inside
our tiny lungs and pull the melody free.


Author's Note: Inspired by the film, Interstellar, which is awesome, and, more specifically, its soundtrack, which is also awesome, and, also, a bit, the sounds that planets make. Soundtrack: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYjXmB8CuLw Planet sounds: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ToXaNUjNfS4 My review of Interstellar: http://oh-stella.org/?p=812

Posted on 11/26/2014
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/26/14 at 05:16 PM

Thank you for this. I can't wait to see this film.

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