Tides of Light
by Robert Garbin
Tides of light wash upon gravity’s shore,
Motes of matter given blessed life’s sustenance,
Tiny steps long forgotten from time before,
Dead and cold anon our ancient utterance.
Columns of gaseous kelp ungulate in seas radioactive,
Pulled round clumps of density that warp,
Night sky made grand and sublimely attractive,
Infinities oceanic symphony for heaven’s harp.