No quiero seguir siendo raíz en las tinieblas,
vacilante, extendido, tiritando– Neruda,

and I even then I wondered how much
of you I could know. Do you remember?

We walked in the snow and talked about
the edge of the universe, how contrary

to conjecture it is expanding faster
than ever. Four years. Is it chance,

or could you predict this?
A softer scientist

I see both suns– giver of life
and vengeful destroyer–

and would accept
either, now: no quiero

seguir siendo un cometa ,
en un vacío oscuro, esperando,

esperando a brillar de nuevo—
dark horse, difficult to spot,

erratic and variable, of course
I would celebrate this, cheer

a return, a destructive impact,
obscurity or a sweet spot,

long orbits like long books,
earning their ending– dime,

astrónomo,
¿cuál es su teoría?