The Size of Infinity
How do I explain my body
as more than its own universe
of gravity and undiscovered particles?
No one is tightly bound,
but maybe we’re all micro and macro,
each atom a solar system
sailing in infinite inner space.
Size doesn’t matter.
Space is vast between any bodies,
from galaxy to God Particle.
Imagination may be a signal received.
Yet I fear that enlightenment is local,
how I look inside to see
fireworks of stars exploding
on the low ceiling of my skull.
Robert S. King edits Good Works Review. His poems appear widely, including Chariton Review, Kenyon Review, Midwest Quarterly, and Southern Poetry Review. He has published eight poetry collections, most recently Diary of the Last Person on Earth (Sybaritic Press 2014) and Developing a Photograph of God (Glass Lyre Press, 2014).
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