Dying almost as
soon as it is born,
the heart dances in
groups of newborn stars.
The heart is
a constellation-
a great disk shaped system
of gas, a retinue of unlit planets:
An accident by the standards
of the cosmos.
Like a colossal swarm and a star
simply spluttering its way through
a long series of ordinary eruptions.
George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, the Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in the USA Today, Wall Street Journal, the Atlantic, the Havana Times, the South China Morning Post, the Buffalo News, and more.
My heart is touched. I come from the stars and the unknowable of the universe or perhaps beforehand. The mystery is so small and immense I find the concept like a flower with great pleasure profound…