CELESTIAL NIGHTTIME
Out of chaos and mystery emerged darkness, lightning bugs, and fog banks. From the other end of the universe and the farthest depths of space came newly living entities, evolving at an accelerated pace – populating planets, visiting stars, chasing after asteroids. Once there were stellar cities adrift, orchestrated, fantastical, and eventually fossilized. Now, as if set in motion by a recurring celestial alarm clock going off – galaxies are expanding and forming cosmic neighborhoods – made up of suns, gasses, Oort clouds, colors drifting through elliptically stretching darkness. Breezy whisperings in the tips of treetops. Waves rolling in from outer space, coming close to the shoreline, caressing mounds of sand, feeling the current near the shoreline and sensing its encompassing incongruous inventiveness. Nameless winged animals took flight, along with damp and playful undersea creatures – finlike and laughing, they leapt backwards and forwards. Tasting a slice of midnight – and knowing the abundance of timelessness, majestic dimensions, transcendent splendor, geometric giggling, invisible waves of wonder, luminous cosmic caverns, and wormhole shortcuts linking Alpha Centauri to the backroads of Nepal. Taking trips to glittering star shores, where you can order forever in a teacup presented on a lunar platter. Curious eyes residing inside human or creature faces, uplifting skyward to parse out knowings and unknowings. Intermingling with a built-up sensation of life springing up anew. Each moment, movement, and observing of a moth wing beginning with an intake of breath.
Whenever I need to cleanse the palate before going to the next taste of Substack News, I get a dose of Russell C. Smith to remove the residue, allowing a more accurate assessment of the next article.
Sweet Mother of the baby Jesus, Russell!!! I am acquainted with a great poet ( you ). WHAT a privilege.