napowrimo day 10
That eternity holds a permanence
akin to infinity has rarely bothered me.
They are both too large for me to fathom,
and become, somehow, comfortingly
unknowable. A year ago, I traced my genealogy
back 200 years, and found a (many times) great-grandmother who bore
seventeen (living) children in eighteen years. Heavy with my
third child(second to live), I couldn’t make sense
of even that quantity. Seventeen in eighteen. And,
I never knew her name until I found it, online. She is too
far back in our family history, marrying in 1802 in Pennsylvania.
I am her connection to eternity, forward, as she is to mine,
preceding. But, is time a line? Light moves faster
than any measureable object. But what of the mind? Last night
I dreamt I was a star, visiting distant stars,
for just a moment. When I woke
from that dream and into another, I worried,
what happens when a star goes visiting? Who minds gravity and
how do her planets know where to circle? But in the dream,
as a star, there was no worry, just space: comfortable, easy to travel,
a brief moment with someone equal, someone not bound to me by
anything but love.