A seed, size of a walnut,
not as dense as reality,
oblong, a valentine heart
rounded to shape by eons
of cosmic wind, glowing
from outside in like a
supernatural pearl with
indigo overtones tracing
spikes of fluid
brilliance in reverse.
No trails like a comet
as it goes to where it needs,
slight pulse -
but only to keen sight (if
that’s what you can call it) -
landing gently home,
a new home now, forgetting
the old, rippling a wave
in this cosmic pond,
tinting the water
to its pearly-indigo color
in all directions from center,
no interference, no dissipation,
never behaving
as a photon – no need
to glow for only one.
