The last of the sun's children
forms so far out on the fringe
that there is no keeping her:
she flies away into the endless night.
The sun thinks of the life inside her
secreted in small green seeds that
may someday, in a better space,
find the resources to sprout
into festoons of cells.
The rogue planet goes her own way,
a pod of celestial dehiscence,
and the sun smiles.
* * *
In botany, dehiscence refers to a method of seed dispersion where the seed pod splits open to release the seeds, or in some cases, catapult them a considerable distance.
Panspermia is a theory which posits that life can be transferred from one solar system to another, therefore meaning the galaxy does not have to reinvent the wheel every time. The fact that we've found algae growing on the outside of the International Space Station lends weight to this possibility.