Voyager spacecraft detects a constant ‘hum’ deep in the cosmos
headline, NBC News, May 11, 2021
I hear the hum Voyager hears
as a choir of chimes, a thrum,
a rising and falling quiet, ions
close enough to sing to one another,
too far apart to feel the fall
into each other’s orbits. I imagine
each, in unison, recites the same poem,
chants the same auṃ, holds me, like a jewel
suspended among them. If I compose
myself I can hear
that auṃ, or at least for a moment,
I dimly grasp what believers mean
when they speak of god, when,
beseeching, their eyes look skyward
or when they sway to prayer
in a language my ancestors knew–
or when grace showers upon them
like interstellar dust.
Perhaps indeed! Good one, Dick. I like that you ride the fence line between belief and non-belief, while remaining open to both. Your poem speaks to both sides.