Today’s Prompt:  Day Eight: today I challenge you to write a palinode. And what’s that? It’s a poem in which the poet retracts a statement made in an earlier poem. You could take that route or, if you don’t have an actual poetically-expressed statement you want to retract, maybe you could write a poem in which you explain your reasons for changing your mind about something. It could be anything from how you decided that you like anchovies after all to how you decided that annoying girl was actually cool enough that you married her.

I didn’t really do this but followed the concept and the following emerged.

Space Between Keyholes

     After Neil de Grasse Tyson

 If there were no stars,

no hydrogen, helium, carbon,

no moon, nor silicon and nitrogen, et al,

no meteors or explosions in space

where elemental thieves own

the universes, an un-natural

habit.  What you need,

entrance to hotels, no back doors,

when integrity longs for moral fiber,

an amalgamation, collaborating

to peer through telescopes of hope

to find a galaxy cluster

where gravity collects us

into the evolution of love.

Above all else, love.

~C.J. Prince

©2015