Light moves at

186,000 miles per second--

As it races toward you

As it rushes away,

A matter of zero mass,

Til it slows and

Takes on dimension,

Forming smoke rings, riverlets, and stone.

I cannot move easily through a slow light

That clumps in space and clogs time.

I cannot dance at an atom's pace,

Stranded on the edge of the eternal.

Momentum is longing without aim,

A breeze moving through a hollow framework,

Whislting through a crosshatch

Of momentarily intersecting lines.

So many cold particles,

So many sluggish molecules

Dragging their tired attractions through

A mass of winter ice.

Alone, I cannot accelerate my life,

Enough to achieve escape velocity.

Alone, I cannot resist the entropy,

That gathers like frost on the ridge of my hope.

But, when, in the vast empty black

Void between worlds,

Like two beams arching

Across billions of years

You and I converge--

Collide and fuse

In a radiant flash,

And become

Twin solar systems,

Bright spirals

Refuting the darkness,

Then will I course freely in infinite light.