Paul Boccaccio

We could stand for a century—staring—
With our heads cocked
In the broad daylight at this thing.
Joy, landlocked,
In bodies that don’t keep,
Dumbstruck with the sweetness of being
Until we don’t be told
“Take this,” and “Eat this”

Told:
“The meteorite is the source of the light,
And the meteor’s just what we see,
And the meteoroid is a stone that’s devoid of the fire
that propelled it to thee;

And the meteorite’s just what causes the light
And the meteor’s how it’s perceived
And the meteoroid’s a bone thrown from the void that lies
quiet in offering to thee.”

—Joanna Newsom, Emily