Infinitesimals

Copyright © 2009 Ernest Bloom.

Listen, you:
the universe is really, really big,
and the universe is really, really old,
and intergalactic space continues to expand,
and time's evincing no sign of imminently screeching
to a sudden stop.

Yeah girl, it's a tricky, tricky place out here
in spacetime, so much easier to find yourself
lost than found. And you know, it's all been exploding
for 13.7 billion years, give or take, now and then
accelerating headlong in lavishly dramatic,
anisotropy-flattening inflationary romps.

And let me assure you, I know quite well how
the fiction of time and space is perfunctorily dictated in our
pismire-eyed frames of reference, even as special relativity
goes on distending and dilating the heaving ribcage of reality.
Oh yes my darling, I'm quite comfortable enough contemplating life
on the grand scale, but I'm equally well enough aware of the
infinitesimal improbabilities that connect us like the
feeble filaments of disintegrating, forsaken spider lace.

So think about it. Now that we have found each other
in the Big Bang's violent and smoldering aftermath,
don't we owe some debt to the laws of physics and
quantum electrodynamics that brought us here at all
to grab each other's hands and hold on tight and never
get separated again? We can't let such simple accidents
as mistaken marriages and unhindered concatenating, joyless years
wreck any shot at happiness that our exploding cosmos still has
to offer the likes of us.

So baby please, please stop letting the miniscule minutiae of minutes
and miles come between us, we two, we who were so clearly born to
travel one single road in the narrow interval of shared sentiency, in the
microscopic drops of space and time that, in this briefest of instants,
comprise our temporary home.

see: http://www.astro.virginia.edu/~dmw8f/