Child XX1 runs toward the beach
Stopped only by the saltbush and sea grape
Edging the sand, not my plea
Barefoot she hops the border
Toes hovering in a Robertson-Walker metric
As the Pacific Ocean curves forever outward
Expanding beckoning
The equation is time dependent on now
And forever cannot be quantified
My heart has no zero
Understand that a mother is a cosmological constant
Always running behind child XX1
As she dances perfect spirals
Ripping her feet to shreds
On the reef lying just below the surf
Blood comoving into the primordial ocean
We struggle against free fall
Unable to neglect quantum effects
Bang big kinetic as mother reaches child
Collision in a personal spacetime
Remember the heart abides
By no laws of the observable universe
YOU ARE READING
We Make Ourselves Immortal
PuisiPoetry can be sensual and lyric without rhyming. These poems are strongly personal emotions and an expression of needs, desires and, loving and loss without losing grace.
