Above the mountains and the city, crashing
into stratosphere to flare unseen and crackle
-rumble like less sonorous thunder, the mystery
sound lifted our gaze from morning
coffee and an online heat map of the future sky.
We’d learn, hours later, that a venerable rock had skipped
Earth’s air, skipped terrestrial catastrophe, meteoroid returning
like a ship to the vacuum-dark sea. Door-cam videos,
texts, the chatter of averted disaster : instead of mass extinction,
a Tweet. It’s always like that, the moment as epoch, manifesto
of a second or maybe two : enchantments
at the edges of mortality. There was ridge
-top lightning I ran from once, then, in a way, I blessed :
that should be involuntary, like breathing, but
we grim ourselves with worry. Of course.
When has fear ever fixed trajectories
or filled your lungs?–and
it’s not that your slogan’s pithy fever
is mistaken, but its t-shirt doesn’t help.
What if, before moisture flux convergence and polar
amplification, before Charney sensitivity, Lao-Tzu
had been right? That the only path to serenity
is to do the work then step back. Like a fossil
made of smoke, he looked up with me. We stared
at air whose crash we couldn’t then name. So
I sipped. He scritched on scroll.
Made of scrub-jay digits, what was blue
-feathered bone lands in our scrawny hands
like a choice. The wake is silent. Then resumes
the granite, an outcast monarch, the locust-leaf wind.
Like me, you can use that quill
to message an empire. You can change
yourself even if the world refuses.
Take it.
Christopher Cokinos lives in Salt Lake City and Logan Canyon and is the author, most recently, of The Underneath, winner of the New American Press Poetry Prize, and co-editor, with Julie Swarstad Johnson, of Beyond Earth’s Edge: The Poetry of Spaceflight. He is working on a nonfiction book about the moon and writes for Discover, Astronomy and other venues.
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This article appeared in the print edition of the magazine with the headline On Hearing the Sonic Boom of a Meteor Over Salt Lake City While Drinking Coffee with Lao-Tzu.
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