POETRY
Calling Sky
by Kim Whysall-Hammond
The unspeakable vastness
of the unconquerable dark
speaks to our hearts
where no harbour beckons
no port waits
A calling sky lids our lives
it shields, shelters
imprisons us
gravity the jailer to be overthrown
the well to climb out of
hand over hand
Climbing to where the only sounds are
a popping of particles
into matter phase
We will not see stars with our own eyes
nor hear the sounds of space
our travelling world
built of systems noise
ventilation hiss and engine thrum
will seep through our lives
even outside
suit noise and visors will hide
the photons trip
Yet unspeakable vastness
and unconquerable dark
will sink deep into our subconscious
refashioning our very selves
varying what is human
Will we wish to sink once more
into the trap of gravity
or shall we run with the particle streams
out into the dark?
END
Kim Whysall-Hammond is an astronomer and project manager, an expert in obsolete telecommunications arcana and an exiled Londoner who fondly believes that she’s a good dancer. Her Grandfather told her bedtime stories about Morlock’s when she was seven and this may have had an effect.
Poetry by Kim Whysall-Hammond:
"Calling Sky" April 2020
"Gift" October 2019