Sean Sam


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.