Thoughts of Babylon

It moves in a sine wave
It’s sinewy and sinuous
There is a place of eternal equinox
The line bisects the sphere
Just as the setting and rising of the sun
Bisects hot day and tolerable night

It’s like in the movies,
Maybe a time lapse, or desert heat
You can watch it rise or sink

Only twelve hours to make that long arc
Quickly burning day, deep expansive dark
And there was the horizon and there was the sun
You knew when it started, you knew when it was done

North, because why not
The sun finds gentler journey
And the axis through that sine wave
Moves with the season, it is the reason
It’s just a latitude adjustment
The ebb and flow of dark and night

I wondered about the Arctic Circle
There are days when the descent
Must move so slowly

You just couldn’t stare at the sun that long
But keep an eye out, drink coffee, stay strong
And there was the horizon and there was the sun
For one moment, the sunrise and sunset are one

I go now to stand on shrinking ice
Along with my polar bear family
I will step on that pivot point
And there will I finally own time
Around the world by foot
Around the clock tonight

The sine wave becomes a straight line
A line that oscillates a revolution
But in the moment, no eye could detect

The sunrise and sunset would last for days
Far too long even for a lover’s gaze
And there was the horizon and there was the sun
It looks like it’s moving, but you’re being spun

16 thoughts on “Thoughts of Babylon

    1. Love Indie music. Great tune. I don’t want to come across as distracting from your (as always) superb poetry, but thought that adding the lyrics to the song you posted enhances your poem.

      “Morning bled at the water’s edge
      The city was bringing me down
      And my mind was on a ledge
      Saying who’s gonna help you now?

      Without sun we pull what feeds us
      From the heat that’s in-between us
      How can we expect to build a boat
      Seagulls running everything

      Hard, you make it hard, hard

      It’s all the opposite I think
      The ladder runs side to side
      Enough to make you want a drink
      But there’s no place to hide

      Watching shadows within
      Shadows within shadows
      They hide their dark self from the sun
      And her voice is just a memory
      You’re not fooling anyone

      Hard, you make it hard, hard
      Hard, you make it hard, hard

      Morning bled at the water’s edge
      The city was bringing me down
      And my mind was on a ledge”

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      1. Not at all. Thank you Victoria. Like I said in my comment, as I finished the poem, I felt a bit unsatisfied with it because in my mind when I think of the patterns of the sun there was more rhythm and music felt needed, and then this song just came into my head. I love the lyrics and the mellow beat and just felt like it fit. 🙂


    1. Thank you very much. It’s very kind of you to say. I am very glad that you enjoy my poetry. It’s always a compliment if someone connects to your poetry, and if I’ve made you a fan of the craft on top of that, I don’t think I could ask for more. Thank you.

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    1. Thank you Hariod. I am one who would like to believe that science can inspire art. It seems in this modern world science is often scene as the killer of art and inspiration. Which is of course, at least in my opinion, a gross error. 🙂


      1. “Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars – mere globs of gas atoms. I too can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more? The vastness of the heavens stretches my imagination – stuck on this carousel my little eye can catch one – million – year – old light. A vast pattern – of which I am a part … What is the pattern, or the meaning, or the why? It does not do harm to the mystery to know a little about it. For far more marvelous is the truth than any artists of the past imagined it. Why do the poets of the present not speak of it? What men are poets who can speak of Jupiter if he were a man, but if he is an immense spinning sphere of methane and ammonia must be silent?”

        ― Richard Feynman

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