Into the Blue Black

After a lifetime

of preparation

and rehearsal,

everything is ready.

It's high time,

high noon,

when shadows condense

around one crucial moment,

a spot of pure brilliance,

a chink in the ordinary sky.

Life rushes out into the vast

spiralling eddies of space:

A hot air balloon

blub-blub-blubbing against

a backdrop of pinpricked eternity.

Primed for all contingencies

- a galvanized chimera of versatility -

I pick a portal

into the blue black,

banking on applause,

the crisp white noise

of a core-star

zinging home.