Stardust on Loan - A Haiku Cycle in Four Movements
I. Origins & Atoms
(awe and science)
- Recycled Me
My laugh may contain
a supernova’s echo
and some dinosaur. - Atomic Confessions
I’m a patchwork soul—
Mars dust, Mozart, maybe mold.
Still, I make it work. - Shared Inheritance
You and I might share
a cell from Cleopatra—
or her cat, perhaps. - Breath of Ages
Each breath has been breathed—
by prophets, pirates, poets,
and pollen in spring. - In the Beginning
Hydrogen whispered—
then stars shouted in color.
Now here I am: me. - Old Soul Science
I’m billions of years
disguised as someone new.
Don’t let it fool you.
II. Impermanence & Time
(transience, letting go)
- On Impermanence
Atoms drift like wind.
Today they are my body—
tomorrow, the sea. - Memory Foam
My spine holds echoes
of stars collapsing in sleep.
No wonder I ache. - Unwritten Will
This hand once held fire.
Now it lifts a coffee cup.
All things find their use. - After I’m Gone
Scatter me gently.
The stars are always hiring
new material. - Ghost in the Dust
You can’t hold me fast.
I am already elsewhere—
becoming a cloud. - Time Travelers
We don’t age—we shift.
New shapes for old molecules.
Time just takes the wheel.
III. Wonder & Whimsy
(humor and delight)
- Stardust Shuffle
This toe? Martian mud.
That freckle? A comet’s kiss.
I sparkle on loan. - Biohazard Bag
Atoms don’t stay put.
Today I’m me; tomorrow—
I’m someone’s salad. - Sneeze Theory
I sneeze, and release
a bit of ancient starlight.
Bless you, universe. - Dating Advice
Tell them with a smile:
“I’m made of exploded things—
so handle with awe.” - Alien Possibility
My elbow once danced
on Saturn’s fourth-best moon. Maybe.
Science says, “Could be!” - The Real Horoscope
Stars don’t write my fate.
They are my fate—tucked beneath
skin, blood, hair, and hope.
IV. Meaning & Mystery
(spiritual and philosophical)
- Inheritance
I carry silence
from before the first heartbeat—
deep in every cell. - Cosmic Prayer
May I be worthy
of the dust that built this form—
each mote a blessing. - To the One Who Waits
If you feel alone,
know this: you breathe what I breathed.
We are linked by breath. - Stargazer’s Lament
They say “shooting star.”
But I know it as return—
falling into self. - When I Forget
Sometimes I forget
that I am made of starlight—
then the moon reminds. - Final Form
Not fire, not water—
I am what becomes of both:
a shimmer of thought.