Holding Together

Hubble telescope poem

Too Little

 

Nose pressed in tiny squares

against the screen, I watch

casual laughing gods

walk home from school.

I envy their long legs

and glossy notebooks,

their unseen power

to unlock

words from shapes,

 

My sister drops A+ papers

and library books

on the speckled Formica table.

Asks me how many times

a butterfly flaps its wings.

Tells me I’m wrong.

Eats two cookies.

Announces we’re made up

of tiny things called cells,

made up of tinier things

called atoms,

also made of what’s smaller.

 

The kitchen walls stretch

to galaxy proportions,

the table a raft among stars.

I hold tight to my chair

and concentrate,

keeping my short legs,

my clumsy fingers,

the balloon of my body,

from dissolving into bits.

 

Laura Grace Weldon

 

Originally published by Litbreak. 

10 thoughts on “Holding Together

  1. Beautiful, poignant, thought-provoking. Thank you, dear Laura!

    On Thu, Jan 28, 2016 at 6:04 AM, Laura Grace Weldon wrote:

    > Laura Grace Weldon posted: ” Too Little Nose pressed in tiny squares > against the screen, I watch casual laughing gods walk home from school. I > envy their long legs and glossy notebooks, their unseen power to unlock > words from shapes, ” >

    Liked by 1 person

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