I have been dreaming cosmologies.
Red shifts. Curved space-time.
Metagalaxies. Black holes in space.
Finding “big bang” theories more congenial
Since my life sucks backwards
To such an event
And I cannot see my expansion
As beginning from nowhere.
The “steady-state” people
Are steady-state people.
Captured suns and imploding stars
Not for them.
I am enthralled by Olber’s Paradox:
If space and stellar matter were truly infinite
All where we looked would be light.
I examine my life.
How can I believe in that?
It is easier to believe black holes in space.
*Unpublished; copyright © 2007.
Author's Note: This poem was written over 25 years ago, before the “big bang” became the accepted theory by all astronomers, who then laid the “steady-state” theory to rest. Of course that could change as well, but at this point it seems unlikely. None of this makes any difference to the poem.