Strange Attractor
by Rex Plomboste
Each year a circuit round a yellow star,a pirouette about the poles each day,
and each two million centuries or more
one stately wheelturn of the Milky Way.
That cloudy river in the sky, our galaxy,
through million-lightyear tracts of cosmic space
makes journey too, a vast trajectory,
and space itself expands in every place.
And while we take our turns through day and night,
and yearly roll around our star the sun —
sharing the Milky Way’s slow-wheeling flight,
sharing the cosmic inspiration —
towards what resting place, what destined end,
does our resultant spiral motion tend?
