It's past midnight; the witching hours

 softly creep through the darkness.

 Music muffles out of an open doorway,

 shadows thump as hearts beat.

Seeing fluid bodies merge in time

 I'm the wrong piece in an incomplete jigsaw,

 watching chargeless as giggling electrons

 attract and repel, weave an

 intricate dance amongst pulsing protons.

 Chemistry was never my best subject,

 much less the murky peripheries

 where chemistry meets biology,

 the hormonal collision of chemical bonding

 with fusion and reproduction.

 Walking home, constellations map the sky.

 The moon cycles its rhythmical shifts.

 There's safety in physics, cause and effect,

 bound in formulae, logic and reason.

Published by Alex Anderson


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