‘I’ve got your ‘God particle’!’

Ha! Read this earlier, now went out front
‘cause I heard a cat fight. The winds had
Picked up, again, but from a SW path.
Particles filled the air, from the tailings piles,
I live in a mining community, grimly. They muted
HS football field lights, created ghosts of houses
Across the way, spattered particles of metals
Spent pride into ‘mine’ and the cats’ eyes.
Bespattered with grime, we are still living.

I think it’s great, we’ve so advanced, love
Science and cognizance and special intuition.
I think of the thoughts of parallel penchant. Love
The heat of further know edging! Love the beat
Of a job well done. What I can’t help think of is
Opposites. Emotions, feelings, things and screams,
There is no end to souls colliding…

I’ve come to think my particles are finally reforming,
Readjusting and, painfully, seaming into a whole-thing.
Like a stained glass window. After all, glass comes from
Sand, blasted by infernal heat, like lightning. I just have
The words, not the science of it all, to keep wishing for a
Big bang, over and over, now and again… what the hell.

The storm’s getting closer, wind a bit softened; particles
Wafted up are in for a beating, by false rain. At the back-screen
Door, I just tried sweeping my fingers across a moth’s feet, wishing
I could feel them, but, no, I’m too big, too complicated, too
fingerprinted. Not a particle, anymore. Maybe we should go forward
Backwards, by resembling/reassembling ourselves.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 9/10/08

Inspired by current, and past, events.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080910/ap_on_sc/big_bang