La hora es

La hora es 
una fase de la luna,
es el punto, el soplo, 
el instante existencial,
el relámpago dorado
en que la madrugada
pinta mi sala
de bermejo y coral.

              -Karen Cronick

Slimsy time

Slimsly time,
I look back, I look backwards at the era of the stars,
Light-years to night.

Too brief, this,
Too dear, loping rhythms of a soaring song in progress,  
Living birthright.

Singing cosmos,
Aurora borealis, bright with dancing gamma rays, 
Audible light. 

At my age
The center of the galaxy, the swirling, big black hole
Is visible now. 

I feel its 
gravity, its dreary drag, its sad solemnity,  
its eerie sough.

I’ll talk to you, 
Hover, like a friendly, synaptic, quantum entanglement, 
Be there, somehow.

But, then, for now,
I’ll finish my book, plant my parsley, call where my loves live,
Be here, just now.