August 3, 2021Pulsar
for Jocelyn Bell, astronomer
Back then, we girls were taught homemaking
while the boys bent over Bunsen Burners,
cheering as chemicals burst into flame
and catcalling any of us who entered the room.
She, though, had always hungered
after the vastness of space, willing to be a freak
if she could work with the stars, even
hauling cables and spooling through charts.
When she found the anomaly,
her boss told her it was nothing, but women
are used to finding something
in the nothing we are left.
She found a second one and watched
the Nobel go to her lab director.
The visionary skipper differs from the crew,
he said, explaining the oversight.
But minus the nobody in the crow’s nest,
no shout would galvanize the ship. Only a girl,
trumpeted headline after headline. What
was her bra size, her preference in men?
Decade after decade, she persisted
in doing what she loved. The wonder,
she found, came in tipping her head back,
not bowing it under a silken ribbon.
from Poets Respond