482 Trillion Miles

My eyes are not what they once were, but I can see you clearly whooshing from your mother's womb, sluiced between thighs the grunts, shouts and cries reverberating eyes closed, arms slightly waving hello or gesticulating indignation awakened as life begins with cries of disbelief already the first threshold crossed suckled to your mother, pretty as she was cradled into household tradition and politics you tottered and ran and bruised and grew your parents doting and snapping pictures thirty trillion miles out, you tottered to a more formal cultivation of ideas and friends socialization always a hard lesson for some you had your share of failings and gold stars then from seemingly nowhere, a smiled soul appeared before you and kissed your disbelief like the earlier toddlers first tentative steps you pulled into gravity's relationship unawares ignorance doesn't belie love's true desire and life at the speed of light still shines as milestones and markers come and go and marriage's prism splits into all colors some quarks, apparently from your joining, burst out into their own space, unknown matters yet clearly yours...something comes of nothing what can you add to this creation...the creation you split like nuclear fission's lost proton careened off at around two hundred and ten to find black holes of your own to fall into and come out into alternate universes of life that new alternate, smoothed around two fifty, looked unlike the universe you knew and yet in time you see it's the same space turned inside out, like a T-shirt, still comfortable four hundred trillion out you walked away tired and retired from all your tangent demanded somewhere out here the Nebula Amygdala looms glowing, clouded, radiant with conception it seems life's friction slows light out here thoughts travel back, though it's slow going near the edge of my space, I turn to see you but my eyes are not what they once were. © Goode Guy 2011-05-28 482,047,280,601,006 to be more precise