Ascendant Poem by Patti Masterman

Ascendant solitary starlight,
Unanchored symphony of collisions;
We meander you into strange constellations
Of dignified, but well-meant conflagration.

Imagining god, in primeval longings
Incoherently left you thronging,
Like random bits of glowing precipitate,
That human beings found the need to titrate-

A rational river, organized by myth
And orbiting illusions, to ask what if-
Cultures peopled by giants and gods,
Had monsters gaping through the starry sod.