In Visible Light

In Visible Light
“We are made of star-stuff.” Carl Sagan

Between the infrared and the ultraviolet
lies the narrow spectrum of visible light
between things that move into the past

and those that approach.
It seems petty in the scheme of things
that I should worry

about my specific genetic signature
being passed forward
in this cosmic relay race

into an iffy future
compromised by holocausts
natural and human-made

and susceptible to the vagaries
of time and evolution,
infection and accident.

I have faith in that which can be seen
in the visible spectrum: the Dead End sign
that rises at the entry to my street

and the science that tells me
we’re likely to be consumed
in the conflagration of a nova sun,

henceforth visible only in the redshift,
where the past lives.

What are you looking for?