Do they see me, the sub-atomic speck?
Elemental to computers, desks,
the ground beneath and at the very core
of being, a pseudo-solid whole, I exist.
Spaces, no matter how small,
occur even in a dense brick wall.
That phone you hold is laden with air,
not from what you shout in
but by the nature of its skeleton,
microscopic plastic gaps form
as frequently as run-on, abstract texts.
Electrons, protons, neutrons ping around
the nucleus, they hardly notice me
because I am part of them; like a cell,
it’s impossible to know every neighboring
strand of DNA and account for each ATP
in your body’s chemistry.
Alas, that shadow you cast has minute,
pin-prick holes that cast shadows over
themselves to mask the mystery before
it can be traced back to yours truly.
Every time you sneeze you lose a bit of me,
but I return in figure-eight fashion,
infinitely passing between asteroid belts,
the moon and your TV —
I’ve your undivided attention,
at the split of every atom
you’re watching unknowingly.


About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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One Response to Sub-atomic

  1. Reblogged this on The ancient eavesdropper and commented:

    This is definitely my geekiest poem to date. It also has some subtle humor and science jargon. Hope you enjoy!

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