Explosive, vital nuclear force
gives birth to a dynasty of sibling stars.
Each beautiful – deadly or benign,
they blaze their way in an unchartered dance
and mark the conception
of a cosmos – an ever-growing expanse.
Seed and ovum both together
deliver its fruit and the child is born.
A unique life, a single venture,
Precious child of a supernova;
And whether by choice or chance
to squander or cherish
a brief and fleeting span.
This chapter written, the next commences.
The body knows when it is time
to gently release and unfetter
the atoms that hold the mass together.
Potential energy becomes kinetic
and a fresh dance begins.
Above, with the planets and beyond,
where nothing is static – ever evolving.
Gestating force, familial home,
Universal ancestral womb
where life sustains its celestial course
For cosmic dust is to cosmic dust
And I was and I am the stuff of stars.