If gravity
should one day grow old and weak,
its tenuous hold on the planets slipped at last
and the suns
wink-out one-by-one,
galaxies extinguished like scattered embers
it seems only right
that I, too, should perish.
If there is any truth to infinity
my atoms
will someday come together again
reassembling in a region of space
so distant
as to be yet unborn,
unaware
of grand concepts and foolish notions
like
eternity.
Ove read so many poems about infinity and the universe, but this is one I can grasp and relate to. Simply and well written. I like it! Thanks for sharing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It makes perfect sense Brian. A reminder that we too shall pass. Interesting subject and beautifully penned....10