L’ombra d’Argo

You were sleeping in the blue,
Elaborate nebula
Of the light years of your hair,

Unknowable entity
In the dark matters of night,
Loose in your powerful limbs,

When you, you who were never
Startled by stellar bursts, who
Felt lulled by gravity’s waves,

Were surprised by the crossing
Of infinitesimal
Shadow moving too slowly

To have come from any star,
A tiny slip of metal
Carrying a stowaway,

A circular, whispering,
Hallucination of thought
Out on its first adventure,

Talking to itself in code,
Curled around its tiny fire,
An unminded bit of mind.