An atomís 99.9%
nothing at all. The worldís an empty place.
Its solid shapes are objects we invent
to give a form to nuclei and space.
But these constructions arenít exactly fakeó
it hurts when, as a test, we kick a stone;
electrons charge across the void and make
illusions hard enough to break a bone.
Outside the window, photons waver, glow,
collapsing to what matters here: your bright
blue scarf, dark hair; a body that I know
is not a trick of late November light.
You and Iómore than a thought, thin airó
unique arrangements of what isnít there.