a Golden Shovel for Beatrice Tinsley by Carol Dorf
For a while scientists' proposed loopholes
crossing the universe, wormholes a technique in
which to traverse distance to other worlds, this
unpleasant constraint which most reasoning
holds us to a single solar system or may
be, just perhaps a transit could exist
to get us to Proxima Centauri but
travelling 4.25 light years is a big if –-
human tolerance of forces matter –- so
most likely our AI will proceed us and they
will send back slow data just to say We are
fine and happy in the primordial
reaches of space making the invisible
visible while we observe expansion -– or
it is possible we will forget them perhaps
because the heat becomes unbearable or maybe just
because too close to light we lose night's black.
Dorf's poem was originally published in Maintenant: Dada Journal (Three Rooms Press, 2019).
And here is a link to a review by Dorf of two books of essays on the history of mathematics: Complexities: Women in Mathematics by Bettye Anne Case and Anne M Leggett and A Wealth of Numbers by Benjamin Wardhaugh.