Dear Agatha, First Daughter of the Cosmos

Dear Agatha, First Woman of the Cosmos

When the sun was created

You stepped inside of it

And became a woman

I remember feeling very proud

And at the same time, concerned

That you would burn up

Within its fiery center

But you stepped out again

And laughed

Diving into a pool of darkness

That had formed

Around the orbit

Of a planet

The size of six Jupiter’s

This was before we invented science

Or physics

Or geography

Or creation

You were before creation

And you created

Yourself

And in doing so

You invented your own

Birth

So that was unusual

Agatha, your eyes

Were made of time

Until time needed to be given

To those who didn’t have enough of it

And from then on

They were stars

Just like the sun

And that was when you would look at us

And ask us questions

About yourself

Great minds have been trying to comprehend the Universe

For nearly as long as it has existed

And you, a child of the Universe

Are no different

Than those with questions

That cannot be answered

You wanted to know

Who your mother was

And when we told you

That you had no mother

And no father

You split up

Into several comets

And ran your way

Across the galaxy

For several thousand years

Leaving us wondering

If we would ever see you again

Then on a night

That started as the beginning

Of several alternate universes

We found you

You were sitting on the edge

Of a place we call

Gone

We approached you

With a form

We thought you would find appealing

A constellation

You were fond of

Made up of a thousand separate lights

That, when assembled

Looked like a warrior

Riding a two-headed horse

When you saw our thousand lights

Radiating towards you

You took a step towards Gone

And we were worried

We would lose you forever

So we rode away

On our two-headed horse

Hoping you wouldn’t visit Gone

And that a daughter of the Universe

Wouldn’t go somewhere

Even time won’t visit

Years later

On a voyage

To join two galaxies into one

We saw you at the wedding

Of a religion

And a story

And we asked you

If we could dance with you

You agreed

And we took you out onto the floor

Where we were watched

By stardust

And heat

And elevation

We asked you if you were all right

And you told us

That you had stretched yourself

To every corner

Of our Universe

And still couldn’t determine

Who you were

And why you were here

The music finished

And we moved away from each other

Thinking there was no more to say

But there was so much more to say

Dear Agatha

We just couldn’t hear the words

Over the music

We could tell you them now

But they would fall away off the paper

For words are born

And live

And die

The same as anything else

And if you fail to catch them

When they’re needed

You can never find them again

Dear Agatha

We hope you found the who and why

Somewhere between

The Creation of the Universe

And Now

We hope you didn’t travel back to Gone

And wonder what it would feel like

To close yourself up

Within its walls

We hope you always have the words you want

When you want them

And we hope we’ll see you again

Things have always been this way

And things will never be the way they are again

And somewhere in between those two truths

There’s comfort

Comfort for us all