Spheres of Influence - Two works for SATB Choir, a cappella
Comet, by Jim Togeas
The comet dances with the sun. It’s orbit’s curled
In conic sections in our heads. It beguiles
Ten billion eyes fanned across a peacock world
When it fans its tail across ten million miles,
Then, perihelion past, bends to its out-bound pace
Beyond the Dame of Love, the Lord of War
And paradise to let towards open space––
The earth gone now and sun shrunk to star.
There titanic galaxies redden and recede
Like trans-cosmic steamers plunging into night,
And a comet’s a raft on the Sea of Naught
Where “Let there be light!” seems to have gone unsaid,
And God’s forgot his great decree
That Being is but Nothing cannot be.
Biological Galaxies, by Sara Dailey
Your every cell is a galaxy,
with its own ellipses and orbits, nuclei
like miniature suns lighting up your
insides. You carry oceans within,
comprised of water as you are,
your pulse the universe’s rhythm,
that interaction of gases and matter and heat.
So it’s no mistake when I tell you your movements are tidal,
or that I want you close
because gravity is like that,
or that when I hold you I am holding the world.