Pigeon Near SETI Telescope Array
The strangeness to signal at the dark
where hydrogen and helium arrived
into being and unknown static pervades—
white dust, red stars, orange gas, calm
how the space's silence became ritual—
except—there is something soft arriving
and divining, the wings of it winding
with pollen poised to flutter off and ask
any who focus close enough on quiet
to feel purpose in its lack. The bird floats
into the sounds and colors of sundown,
and the receiver listens and listens.