by Kevin T McEneaney
We don’t understand gravity, Space, time,
or even the nature of light itself,
yet we think we are big shots in this world
because we know how it can be destroyed.
Why is there something rather than nothing?
Why am I writing, and you are reading?
Here, that you, remains hypothetical….
When I write, yesterday does not exist,
or it lingers, floating in air like light
to the surface of my mind and my wit,
a little tool that may contain some light,
odd observation, perhaps some wisdom
that turns beyond ear to hear words strangely
and rejoice in their weightless melody.
