the blueshift journal
blueshift / ˈblo͞oˌSHift / noun
the displacement of the spectrum to shorter wavelengths in the light coming from distant celestial objects moving toward the observer.
ORBIT DEONTE OSAYANDE
On this one day I asked my second grade class a question
about circles, using the planets
as an example. This one kid, William, sits there, staring
at my face as if he was eager to pounce. I stop my patrol
around the room and asking for his answer.
His quivering lip says nothing and I wait for him to speak
until he suddenly starts crying. When consoling him
in between his sobs, he says he had to use the bathroom
and couldn't hold it anymore and at that moment I realized
I had been watching him pee himself. The friend I'm telling
this story to laughs like a meteor shower crashing
into the moon before he says I'd have to eternally be a kid
to be that clueless. If only it were that easy, if only my joy
wasn't defined by children I have yet to father.
My first love had her first child recently. I wanted to say
more than congrats, to say the infant's eyes, the greatest
gift I'd ever seen, to say I hope each morning is as good
as grandma's breakfast on a Sunday. Her family, a growing
flock of hallelujahs. Her family, an orbit I don't foresee
breaking, a life between her and her husband spent
like a heavenly dance twirling in a room full of stars. I wanted
to say all of this but I'm carrying too much
of this lonely. I'm cratered
with envy and embarrassment. Even Pluto,
divorced from it's solar system
of a family has a moon still married to it.