39.  The Very Art of Physics

What if it's

So much simpler

Than we're told it

is?

What if it's more like

a cool hand against

a warm head, or

a soft kiss when nobody

loves you or the way

Your mother should

look at you even if

she never does

And that feeling

That all things

are aligned and right,

right now,

Because He's set

His ink to paper,

Mapping out your

promise, filling up

Your hope,

And laughing

At all the humans

Who live a lifetime

Telling you otherwise

In their small little bodies,

Their small little minds

They mistakenly

Think are bigger

Because their heads

Are warm, their lips

Are bare, and their mothers

Don't love them

Like the very art

of physics tells

them

They should?