Dark Matters
Poem - by Monica Louzon
If the space between us
is filled with dark matters,
let us shine brightly and burn
them away, let us illuminate
the chiseled edges of our meteor
faces and throw into sharp relief
the carved hollows of our nesting places.
If the space between us
is instead a dark matter,
let us suit up, hoist the sails,
barrel across that nether distance
at lightspeed, break its honeyed barrier
before we step onto a moon to absorb
contrail-etched constellations
speculating overhead.
When the space between us
is dark matter,
we mustn't let it linger—
we must seek out the new dawns
in its explosive particles,
use their strength to fight the gravity
welling beneath us, navigate solar flares,
ride them into luminous futures.
