liken my feelings to a groundwater flow
silent, slow moving, ponderous in scope
til emerges, yawning, through my living room floor
if I held you in my arms as
the universe forgot the
electromagnetic force and
before our world collapsed,
that brief moment where
my body mind and everything
folds gently into yours
in 100 million years
will they dig up our folly?
will they make our undying poisons
something that blooms?
Lately the impulse to write poems comes when I think about science things. It's no different than writing about birds and storms and wildflowers, I think.