Holding Space

Oh how you move me

You

Vast and immeasurable darkness

Infinite velveteen blackness

Some say we are made of stars

I beg - we are made of the universe

The one melody, 

whose wave

weaves the warp to the weft of the tangible

A thread between threads

Smaller than light

Lighter than air

Because all matter

All that matters

- as matter with mind minds it does -

Is more than 99% emptiness.. (echo) emptiness .. emptiness ..

Protons, neutrons, electrons and

SPACE

Our mattering minds made science 

So our form-shifting lips could spell words

to call this atomic eternity

some essence of being

And if it is matter that matters 

and in a grandiose way - matter 

is nothingness 

Then my aching heart can be hollowed

And my bones may break like bread

to make light

And when I die

If indeed one could say I had ever been born

When my fleshen fibre is critter fodder 

my bony mineral turned to dust

When my breath becomes air 

my blood-red rivers drain to aquifers

And all remaining in my place

is 

the space between

You could say I never left

or that 

No matter whereto or whence

All matter is space

While we are 

75% atmospheric River, or water fall, or tidal wave

And our tears have been dewdrops

And our brain bathes in fluid 

passed through lips and beaks and membranes 

in infinite regress

We often fail to make mirror and see

the unquestionable of

our constitution -

matter that has masqueraded 

charaded in meaning 

before it was 'ours'

Because if it comes from the earth, and the stars, the rivers and the breeze

And when I am done and dug and dusted

It returns to her

I see

I held her just for a moment 

Or perhaps more accurately she held me

And what did she hold?

SPACE