Illustration by Mary Sundstrom and Matt Celeskey.
BY MANUEL GONZÁLEZ, Albuquerque Poet Laureate
Here,
in this place
we uncover ourselves.
Reveal deeper understandings,
fossilized discoveries to be recorded,
categorized,
listed,
and stored.
Give future generations
the ability
to transcend time,
follow clues that lead to
the Big Bang and
extinction.
Deeper still to
the crust,
the magma,
the core.
Life persists
in all its forms and sizes.
Our story locked in stone
to be preserved indefinitely.
The weight of that realization
is heavier than
the tons of
stone
rock
sand
dust:
the dust that covers our path;
the dust to which everything returns.
Cycles of time,
ages and eons,
ice and fire,
tectonic plates quaking,
forever changing;
this beautiful blue ball
spiraling through space
like a double helix.
It’s humbling
to think
we carbon-based
lifeforms are made of
star-stuff and spark.
This place
shows us from where we came,
from what we are made.
Explains the magic,
shows the mathematics,
shines light into the darkness
of knowledge.
Feeds the imaginations
of young minds:
Our future
scientists,
artists,
community,
begin their journeys here.
In these walls
where every child understands
that when they stand
in the shadow of the fossilized frame of Stan,
Those bones
beneath our feet
hold stories of our origins,
our beginnings.
Those connections help
us understand
who we are,
our place in this world,
where we are going.
If we survive our own existence,
the night time sky filled with
billions of galaxies,
billions of suns
billions of chances,
that we’re not the only ones.
This place is more than
science,
more than history.
It’s where we decipher
our mystery.
This museum
ignites the muses
and lights the fires of curiosity
within us all.
Our search for the truth,
the mechanizations of this planet,
this home we all share together
as New Mexicans,
as Earthlings.