Thursday, October 26, 2017

Atmosphere (with a teenager)


The light from her eyes had grown in darkness.
Her pupils emulating black holes...
I wanted to lighten her
dark mood,
so I showed her a picture from far away,
the moon-detailed.

Why is it so dark out there? She sees Nothing.
Why is space so dark? She gazed at the photo
a moment more.

Reflecting a moment-
Dark Matter, I retorted.

As opposed to Light Matter?
Yes, but not light enough
to see the difference,
I replied.

But this space in here is light.
You're right. Energy.
Energy? All of it, I nodded, Electricity.

She then sighed laboriously,
I heard the dark part is expanding?
Likely. Nobody hears it
happen. No body looks.

I can feel it, I think.
It can come in waves-
like gravity. That's heavy, she snorted sarcastically.
Actually, it is weak,
I added for weight.
Mind over matter,
she quipped back.

If you don't mind-
it doesn't matter,
I dismissed.

I guess I should lighten up, let it float,
she finally smiled
and lit up the room, once again, happily

ever after and growing.




Image of painting by José Ferraz de Almeida Júnior [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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