A poem in honor of my wife who has endured so much.
You may listen to me read the poem via the player below.
Last January scientists from the Laser Interferometer Gravitational-Wave Observatory Detected that a neutron star One and a half times the mass of our sun Had crashed into a black hole. Sixteen days later And some billion light years away It happened again Sending gravity ripples Along the warp and weft of space-time Till it found us. On June 9, you passed Beyond the ER’s event horizon Into another universe behind closed doors Where COVID protocols would not let me enter. You were charted and mapped, Broken open by quantum complications Which seemed to leave The teams of physicists Who tended you Curious but Unsurprised. But I was stunned As I came to orbit The surgical waiting room Where I circled with relative disbelief The grave matters Of life and death, Children and parents, Fear and the unknown. You became a portal To the cosmic reality that life Which can seem to run so well Is imperceptibly good And fragile. Sixteen days later, we emerged from Your room’s capsule On our Thirty-third Anniversary Warped tight by trial And weft arm in arm To weave our way Through the hospital hall. And as we moved through that universe No instruments detected the gratitude Emitted in waves of thanksgiving Nor perceived the prayer and praise. © Randall Edwards 2021.