Nothing Is Unstable Poem by Stan Petrovich

From absolute vacuum
Virtual bubbling particles
Popped into being, and popped
Largely into being,
Creating creation.
Missing gravity and symmetry
Antimatter destroyed all but
A billionth of what we are.

So says science, and it has to be right,
Or you & I could not gather on a warm summer's night
And gaze at Cygnus, stars in our eyes' heart

We generate waves of thought
That also come from nothing
Attuned to waves of electromagnetism
We were granted (by virtue of the particles) .

A nothing with grand potential,
A pinhole of supergas,
A wormhole for weary stellar travelers.

I want to hold your hand
But mere biology has cannot explain
What is overhead, the enmassed
Galaxies, clusters & strings of galaxies
Warming our pates
And making it a prerequisite
To wonder.