Just A Janky Freshwater Bitch Fish

Image provided by NASA's jet propulsion laboratory depicting Ada Limón's handwritten poem etched into the plate of the space probe Europa Clipper. Also etched into the plate is the Drake Equation, a portrait of Ronald Greeley, and radio emission lines. (src)

In Praise of Mystery: A Poem for Europa by Ada Limón

Arching under the night sky inky with black expansiveness, we point to the planets we know, we

pin quick wishes on stars. From earth, we read the sky as if it is an unerring book of the universe, expert and evident.

Still, there are mysteries below our sky: the whale song, the songbird singing its call in the bough of a wind-shaken tree.

We are creatures of constant awe, curious at beauty, at leaf and blossom, at grief and pleasure, sun and shadow.

And it is not darkness that unites us, not the cold distance of space, but the offering of water, each drop of rain,

each rivulet, each pulse, each vein. O second moon, we, too, are made of water, of vast and beckoning seas.

costume + color + scene

It feels so... good, Brigitte. It's like touching yourself. You know every move... right on the fucking dot. And after, you see fucking fireworks. Supernovas. I'm a goddamn force of nature. I feel like I could do just about anything.