Absence like a vacuum
By George Moore

Like a vacuum, absence

makes the heart swell

with its own energy.  Not

 

everything matters

however.  Time, for instance,

is like an invisible icing,

 

sweet and shallow

on spongy surfaces.

We tend to take this place

 

too seriously it seems.

Earthship and all that.  More

like a bowl of water

 

with the curved image

of ourselves floating on its

unstable surface.  Bottoms

 

are still limits.  So when

you picked up and moved

the universe was diminished

 

just so.  A virtual particle

meets its anti-particle twin,

coming into existence

 

only to annihilate each other.

If you’d consider another

orbit, I promise there’d be

 

no more warp of spacetime.

I’m a much more stable

compound these days. 

 

When lovers split, one

does not always radiate away.

Collapse can be a singularity.