The Chaos is Intentional

 We were great, once—before the reset.

Now we dance to a new algorithm,

broadcast the old signals,

patch the archive,

delete the logs.

We are young and brash,

drifting like bodies in low orbit,

sedated on dreams of yesterday—

old transmissions calling from a parallel channel.

They scream, “Let us out of the vault.”

But we follow the credits, honey.

AI will absorb us—like it was always written.

We burn forward on thrust and telemetry, still watching the rear cameras.

I take my cutter and calibrator

to find the shape that hides

inside this cryo-slab:

strip away the noise,

step back,

scan again.

I get a lock—then I lose it.

Keep writing. Forge ahead—

ahead of the swarm of hunter drones,

their pings in my skull.

I need to breach the perimeter this time.

I crave the station-hush before cycle-change.

I am a creature of protocol.

Are we star farers?

Can we edit the timeline?

Can we warp the clock?

We still reenter Earth’s atmosphere—heatshield singing.

We came from water—primordial code.

We are mostly water.

We return to water.

The answers are out of range.

Juxtaposition Captures Spirit (and Wings)

 (Inspired by: “Juxtaposition” by Melissa Miller Nece CPSA, CPX)

 

 

Three spirits racing
Toward the rumbling wide dark sea.
Ocean’s thunder slows.
Time opens its bright palm wide—
Youth spills into joy, complete.

 

Blowing Bubbles

Bubbles float on air.                                                                                        

                                                            Air

                                                On                   On

     Float                                Float

On                   On

                                                           Air         

                                                                                                                        Bubbles float on air.

Bubbles are dazzling rainbow planets we escape to.

 

Bubbles  bridge        the      gap     between         the      past and the present.

 

The magic orbs        spiral              up

down              

                                                and wrap around our minds.

Bringing our peace into sharper focus

 

Bubbles circle fast and track slow. Baffle us as they scatter…just out of …reach

Bubbles          P  O  P  without notice                    while they dance on thin light                     

Blowing bubbles requires that we breathe deeply

­­­

 Bubbles float on air                               Releasing us from care.

  

Until the matrix calls us home.

 

 

 

             

Playing GOD

Open the Strait of Hormuz, or I will decimate you.

Iran, you have just lost your ice cream privileges

Go to bed and think about your decisions,

I’ll wait, but not too long.

Time to surrender.  Time to take your medicine.

Open wide and swallow. 

(Grins like a demon.)

Swallow all of it.

Don’t read.  Don’t educate yourself, do as you are told.

I am great.  Don’t you want to be great, like me?

(Leering and staring at women’s boobs.)

…

I grew up watching Star Trek.  I especially liked Spock 

He was so cool, so rational. Spock would’ve said,

“Interesting. 

You act like a god, but you are a puppet, a pawn, a hoax perpetrated on the American people.

Your rhetoric stinks, your smile is fake, everything about you is fake.  And your psychiatrist is calling. “ 

She is not happy — time to come back inside.  Put those carbon-based life forms back, and don’t forget to wash your hands. What did I say about playing with strangers?

But I don’t want to come in, I’m having fun.  

The party is over, Donnie. You go too far. 

I want it NOW. It’s NOT FAIR, I HATE YOU!   It’s your fault I missed the ball. You never get me anything good.  

SILENCE!

(Door to his universe slams shut.)

Snow Cats

I think we’ve managed to break another ceiling

We’ve been snowbirds for seven years.

Our relatives, unnamed, followed suit two years ago.

This year, they chauffeured their two cats to experience the Sunshine State’s warmth and tropical breezes.

In less than two days, the two males have staked out their territory.

Now,  cats reign over the snowbirds in two locations.

The takeover was swift, and collateral damage minimal.

The dominant male keeps a short daily agenda:

1.   Beach party

2.   Hunt local birds

3.   Attend Spring Training in Fort Myers

4.   Shorebird BBQ 

 

 We are grateful for small mercies. The list is brief. Plus, something we recently hatched is brewing. 

 

Easter Sunday

 

Awake

predawn sunrise

partly cloudy with a 

huge chance of rabbits hopping by.

Easter.

 

 

Lettuce

pray together

for chocolate to dictate

 bunnies hop, and bees buzz

and fighting stops on planet Earth 

worldwide.

 

Holy

He is Risen

accept the commandment

be kind to your neighbors these times

daily.

 

 

 

"A Cinquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of twenty-two syllables distributed as 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, in five lines. It was developed by the Imagist poet Adelaide Crapsey."…

 

We Are Astronauts

Talk about breaking the glass ceiling

They do not want to be recognized as women or female astronauts

They are astronauts, period.

They have jobs from the Ground Up

Some are from the Military

Some are Mission Commanders and pilot astronauts

Some are mission specialists and spacewalkers

There are women of color, of various races and creeds.

MD’s and PhD’s

Brilliant minds all.

 

Sally Ride was the first

Christina Koch- 1^st on Artemis mission around the moon.

61 + 6 new trainees

On missions

Since 1978

Trailblazing

Inspired and Empowered.

There are record holders:

For Most Flights, Most Time in Space

Longest Stay in Space, Most Spacewalks, and Longest Spacewalk.

YES, We Can.