AN ASTROPOETIC MEDALLION WITH ADRIAN SIMA
By Andrei Dorian Gheorghe
Recently, I led a small jury that decided that the no.1 astropoet in Romania in 2023 was... Adrian Sima (physics teacher at a high school, mathematics teacher at a university and priest!).
I have allowed myself an introductory astro-haiku to three of his creations this year, which will follow in the form of an astropoetic cycle.
By Andrei Dorian Gheorghe
rays collected by the soul
to write stellar words
By Adrian Sima
HAMMER AND FEATHER
In 1971, during the Apollo 15 lunar mission,
a falcon feather (0.3 g) and a hammer (1.3 kg)
were dropped simultaneously by astronaut David Scott
and hit the lunar surface at the same time,
just like Galileo had postulated three centuries earlier.
A beautiful event over time,
since the old physicist-cleric was the first
to look through the telescope at the future scene
of this experiment that will confirm his theory...
And this is how the hammer and the feather,
chisels with which people have always written
carved in the gravity of the Cosmos
the law of universal attraction.
IN THE LIGHT OF THE 10 COMMANDMENTS
“10 to the power of 27...
this is the diameter of the observable universe!" -
the astronomer said to himself,
looking at his spread fingers
like a child learning to count.
“10 to the power of 80..
that's the number of atoms in the Universe!” -
thought the child building sand castles
under the round and gentle sun above him.
“10 to the power of 9...
that's how many seconds have fit
into my life so far:!” -
murmured the young man,
dreaming of immortality.
Like puppeteers with strings of rays and shadows...
stepping on the catalysts of gravity
we think we are
the logarithmic masters of the Cosmos,
subduing infinite mathematics
with the power of our 10 fingers.
But to count is to define yourself,
to multiply yourself,
and to divide yourself with others...
from 10 to 10,
like the stone touched by the Commandments.
THE STARS ARE LOOKING AT US
The blue planet casts our gaze in all directions
as if sending back to their gravitational realms
all the meteors that have burned
in its shell of air and hope.
From this sphere with an average density
of five and a half times that of water,
we open our eyelids every evening
like the sails of a living ship...
and sail sleeplessly through the astral seas
like nightingales about to become seagulls.
With hearts, with lungs and blood,
we fly through space with palms closed in
longing and atoms quivering with life...
...stars look at us
as their stars
...their living dust
with hands and face.
And we burn
with a young, unquenchable light,
with eyes open to ourselves,
like the Pleiades in a summer sky...