By: Michelle Wilson
Your address is clear, still
we can’t seem to ever reach you at home
liquid hydrogen lives close
liquid helium even closer
we knock a billionth nearer to you
opening the door
NO!!
We know
all that would gather there
lose their sense of self
with that of a neighbor’s
atoms acting in unison
accepting the energy of the other
communing, transmuting,
inexplicably metamorphizing into one
and yet, here, in the warmer world
we continue the exploration
to become this cold ourselves
as the ice melts around us
we recognize that nothing
else matters so much
Michelle Wilson is a poet who believes that love is all that matters. She has a Ph.D. in Spanish and aspires to conscientiously live in gratitude. She's published in "Pearl," "Nevada Poets 2009," and "The Inquisition." She’s working on a book of baby poems.