I came to you
in a place without words
in the quantum field
where all my electrons
were kicked into a higher orbit
and the speedy surging of the particles
thrummed against my ears and eyes and skin
So merging at the edges
Centers pressing
We approached ourselves
(the physics-induced distance seeming
ever more unbearable)
We rose in mighty effort
to breach its mounting wave
We crested more than once
and still the buoyant sea remains
And we will learn this new each time —
This being —
Open, without rhyme
or even words —
The primal pulse of life
Asserting its own essence
in our forms.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 27, 2012